I was hard as a rock but couldn’t touch myself as I braced myself with both arms to keep from being knocked over from the vigorous fucking he was th...owing in my ass. His grunts were getting louder and I could feel spittle on my back as his fucking became more animalistic and brutal. I was thrusting back to meet his fucks as hard as I could. I had never felt this high without chemicals. At that moment I wished I was a bitch and he was breeding me. I could feel him swelling getting ready to. Meanwhile she was acting like nothing was going on, casually glancing at the floor numbers above the elevator door like everyone else, even checking her watch once.Ninth floor now. I put a hand on the woman's right hip, trying to stop her before I blew my load in my Calvin Klein boxers. Instead of accommodating me, she pressed her ass into my pelvis more firmly and brought both hands up the sides of her skirt, then behind her back.One hand grabbed my belt buckle and pulled it out, and I felt. With one flick of his wrist, slow, sexy RnB music came oozing out of the TV. Carson tossed the remote aside. He started to move his hips and roll his shoulders, running his hands over his shirt. He had done this a million times for his ex, throughout his days in the burlesque club in college. He was a regular Magic Man by this point. Armisen watched, transfixed, a rare look of surprise spreading over his bearded face. “That’s hot,” said Armisen. “That’s fucking hot.” Carson slowly lifted the. As much as she had tried in the past to hate him, she could not. She just didn’t have enough information. Her mother never spoke of him and photos were scarce. There was one, folded and faded, of them both at a park somewhere in San Francisco. She was on a swing and he was behind her, smoking a cigarette, looking off camera. She was looking at her mother, who held the camera, and smiling wide, full of joy. It was probably the last photo of them together. ‘Where was he? Where had he been when.