But I somehow convinced and took her to the top floor. Just imagine the feeling I would be having at that time as I knew that I had plenty of time wit... my sweet Chaya and no worries of being getting caught.The moment we reached the top floor, I asked her to get in front of me as usual. She obeyed without any worries. I started my work. I still remember that day very well. Chaya was wearing a simple frock. I was holding her very tightly and rubbing my dick on her ass. I don’t really know where I. I kiss the top of her head. After a minute or two she looks up and me and asks me what the matter is. “Didn’t you enjoy that?” she questions me. I reassure her that I did, and hint that I didn’t have the finish that she did. “Oh sorry babe” she apologises, and turns us over, still enjoined. I now look down on her lovely naked top half, propped up on my arms. She pulls down my head and French kisses me, her desire and passion all there. “Fuck the hell out of me.” she says with a smile, so as I. " “I was doing some shopping in the area and remembered that I left my dry-cleaning in the office. So I went back to grab it. The floor was dark and quiet, didn’t think anyone was here." As I opened the door my eye immediately focused in on a topless girl bouncing up and down on the couch. I turned the lights on to see who I caught fucking in my office, only to see her and her small tits topped with little nipples. She was riding some guys cock. " "Nice! Did they stop? “Sort of.”"I was. ” She said in the most matter-of-factually manner, not letting that stone-cold stare deviate even a bit away from mine.”Very carefully… There is no way in frozen hell that I would fuck you in public, much less a place like this! It’s a fucking mall!” I had always loved the way she used that emphasis, and I was learning quickly that it appeared more and more frequently as her frustration elevated. By the end of her declaration, however, the emphasis had transformed into something of an.