He would not be able to touch his tongue her tongue, to taste her nipple, to feel her pussy, to smell her ass. If today events were differently, then,...after work, she would went home, boyfriend will hug her, and then, he will stuck her in the wall, lift her skirt, and fuck her hard, instead of him.He put aside the sexy blue lace. He liked to fuck girls' ass with the string on them. Her pussy was ready. He liked her ass view as she was bending on his office. He was keeping her bent with his one. Mark wasn’t as massive, but he fucked me harder, pulling my hair and then, just when I was about to cum, grabbing my throat. I felt the world spin off as my orgasm crashed into me. I felt like I was being swept out by the tide.They passed me back and forth for what seemed like an hour, occasionally stepping around to let me taste myself on their cocks. I lost track of how many times I came. I was floating disconnected, reality a trivial thing that lived outside the buzz going through my body.. I doubt the rain will last much longer, even after such a humid day.I turn back to my young charge, grinning as I lean over her again and run the tip of my tongue around her mouth.“You want me to take this out, hun?”She nods emphatically“You gonna keep quiet?” I say, taking finger and thumb down to her right nipple as a reminder. A flinch, and another rapid nod.I remove the gag, wiping it on the sheet and returning it to my fanny pack. I reach over and detach my toy from the harness, the smell. Her boobs pressed against the glass he obviously didn't see. So I'm rubbing her pussy and asshole from behind making sure she's wet and ready. I started rubbing my cock all over her pussy and she was whispering telling me how bad she wants me in her. Right before I stuck it in I saw her fiancé's cock. Right there in the room. He was getting dressed and didn't notice us. His cock though was obviously way bigger, longer than mine. I'm thinking - what in the fuck? why? why would she want to fuck.