She leaned over the table and peered at me. I tried to peak down her shirt without her noticing."Yes, Miss Kool, I was hoping I could have a raise in ...y pay. I'm finding it hard to pay my bills," I explained. "Please, call me Bre. We're outside of the office so you don't have to address me professionally," she said."Alright, Bre, well do you think it would be possible to give me a raise?" I questioned."Hmm... how about we go for a walk and talk about it. I never really liked this place. The. I really do like it when refined elderly ladies talk dirty and admit they really enjoy sex.*So there I was Saturday afternoon, having a pleasant cup of tea and cake with Charlie and Sylvia. No guessing as where they wanted to conversation to go – their clothes and body language said it all. Charlie sat next to me and on the opposite sofa Sylvia was wearing a flared skirt that I swear was a good three inches above her knees and resting on her lovely plum thighs and showing a hint of stocking. Mmmmm. yesss. yesss." he screamed.Then I felt him. He exploded, breeding my ass. I could feel his cock pulsing every time cum entered my ass. I squeezed my ass, trying to milk it out of him. uhhh, yes, I love the feeling of his cum inside me. He finally falls on top of me, all the way in me. "mmmm daddy. Thank you," I barely manage between breaths. "I love how full I feel." "You are such a slut! But my slut! I'm going to drop so much cum into you this year," he says while my ass is still full. “I was wondering whether you would come to my reading.” “You were, were you?” she answered, coyly. “Yes, I was hoping to see you again.” “Well, here I am,” she said, grinning at me. “Yes, and looking quite nice.” “Nice, huh,” she said, a frown replacing her smile. “Nice?” “Well, maybe nice isn't the right word,” I said, realizing she was not trying to look nice, but was sending me another message, which she was doing loud and clear. “Right, ‘Nice’ is not the right word,” she said, “but.
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