Laying on the couch doing a crossword puzzle in her sweats there is a knock on the door. God knows she isn't in the mood for company. "Hold on" she yells. Opening the door she asks the tall, salt and peppered haired man if she can help him. He moves past her, closes the door and replies, "No but I believe I can help you." Not so gently he backs her up against the door and lifts her arms above her head. One strong hand holds her wrists while the other runs down the side of her neck. A moan escapes her lips as his lips touch her. He runs his hand under her sweater to lightly touch her hardening pebbles. Her center becomes warm and wet. She can feel his hardness against her stomach. Fingers going lower, barely touching her flower she cries out. He lets go of her wrists and she immediately starts caressing him. He is so big, long and hard. She wants that inside her warm walls. Looking in his eyes she removes her bottoms and panties. He smiles and bends her over her computer desk. Her cute bottom sticking up, he wouldn't mind trying...that will wait. He slowly slides himself into her and she is glad she is leaning over. He fills her so completely. Neither can last long as this breathtaking pace. She begins tightening around him, his throbbing becoming faster, her breathing the same. Both moan with the astounishment of timely their climax together. He gently raises her up, still wrapped inside. Kissing her neck he whispers in her ear...now what can you do for me?
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-04-30 15:23:47
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