sound the same to her again.
She stroked the head of his cock as it lunged out of his briefs, already slick with clear evidence of his desire. So, he isn't all that much in control , she thought as she reached lower to rub the length of him. She ran her hands down his thick shaft, which seemed to swell even more, filling her grip in a way that promised serious action.
"Mmm hmm. Very nice." He kept his eyes closed, his hands still planted on the wall. She reached down and cupped his balls, smiling as they drew up and contracted.
She brought her lips to his, their breathing combined as his increased. She shoved her tongue into his mouth. He closed his eyes and plunged his hands into her hair, moved his hips ever so slightly, and moaned deep in his throat, which sparked her own need to have him right then, inside her, before she exploded.
How crazy is this? He's a colleague, nearly forty years old, a guy you've been warned about by people who love you -- and you're ready to let him fuck you like an animal standing up in the hallway?
Y es.
Some inner "New Sara" convinced her as she bent her knees and leaned over, taking in the scent of his most intimate and sensitive part, the raw, salty, musky man-smell. She flicked her tongue around the head, tasted him, allowed a little suction then withdrew to admire what she was sure would provide her a serious ride.
As she was about to suck the thick head back into her mouth, he grabbed her arms, tugged her straight up again, nearly growling with desire.
"No. I've been waiting since I first heard your voice on the phone. Tell me you want my cock; tell me what you want," he demanded in a rough whisper.
Sara heard her voice as if listening in, unable to stop herself. "Please. Jack, fuck me. Now."
He pushed her firmly back against the wall, grabbing her leg to hike it up again and forced her lips open with his insistent tongue as he propped himself against the wall with one hand. He leaned into her, as the head of his cock reached towards her waiting and eager body.
A flick of his wrist, the sound of a condom being opened, and his hand on his cock indicated his readiness. She tried not to think about the fact that he had protection at his fingertips, as if he knew he would be getting some tonight. Those thoughts remained purely secondary to her urgent need for him inside of her.
"Now, give it to me right now," she hissed her demand as she wrapped her arms around his neck and plunged her hands into his thick hair.
"I will baby. Gotta go slow. Trust me." His breath tickled her ear. He reached down slid some combination of fingers into her aching body. She jerked and moaned as he used them to stretch her. She thrust against him, wanting more.
He reached around and grabbed her ass, pulled her closer and slowly eased into her, one delicious inch at a time. She stretched, accommodating his girth, her body spreading and accepting him. She gasped, her eyes widening as his thickness filled her. Up on her tiptoes, one leg wrapped firmly around his waist providing an amazing angle, she sighed with satisfaction. He finally pressed his full length inside her pulsing walls, his pubic bone jammed hard against the aching nub of her clit.
She moaned as he withdrew, eased himself away, the extreme emptiness he left behind making her gasp. He looked into her eyes and reached down to cup her breast in the hand that wasn't propped against the wall for support. Keeping the head of his lovely thick shaft inside, he caressed her nipple, tweaking it, murmuring something she couldn't hear. Sweat trickled down her back.
"Jack, please. . ."
"What, Sara."
"I need you back inside me." she paused. "I need your cock again." Every nerve ending in her body tingled with anticipation of his lips covering hers, of his cock spreading her, filling her completely.
He obliged, firmly, faster this time. She lifted her leg up higher
She stroked the head of his cock as it lunged out of his briefs, already slick with clear evidence of his desire. So, he isn't all that much in control , she thought as she reached lower to rub the length of him. She ran her hands down his thick shaft, which seemed to swell even more, filling her grip in a way that promised serious action.
"Mmm hmm. Very nice." He kept his eyes closed, his hands still planted on the wall. She reached down and cupped his balls, smiling as they drew up and contracted.
She brought her lips to his, their breathing combined as his increased. She shoved her tongue into his mouth. He closed his eyes and plunged his hands into her hair, moved his hips ever so slightly, and moaned deep in his throat, which sparked her own need to have him right then, inside her, before she exploded.
How crazy is this? He's a colleague, nearly forty years old, a guy you've been warned about by people who love you -- and you're ready to let him fuck you like an animal standing up in the hallway?
Y es.
Some inner "New Sara" convinced her as she bent her knees and leaned over, taking in the scent of his most intimate and sensitive part, the raw, salty, musky man-smell. She flicked her tongue around the head, tasted him, allowed a little suction then withdrew to admire what she was sure would provide her a serious ride.
As she was about to suck the thick head back into her mouth, he grabbed her arms, tugged her straight up again, nearly growling with desire.
"No. I've been waiting since I first heard your voice on the phone. Tell me you want my cock; tell me what you want," he demanded in a rough whisper.
Sara heard her voice as if listening in, unable to stop herself. "Please. Jack, fuck me. Now."
He pushed her firmly back against the wall, grabbing her leg to hike it up again and forced her lips open with his insistent tongue as he propped himself against the wall with one hand. He leaned into her, as the head of his cock reached towards her waiting and eager body.
A flick of his wrist, the sound of a condom being opened, and his hand on his cock indicated his readiness. She tried not to think about the fact that he had protection at his fingertips, as if he knew he would be getting some tonight. Those thoughts remained purely secondary to her urgent need for him inside of her.
"Now, give it to me right now," she hissed her demand as she wrapped her arms around his neck and plunged her hands into his thick hair.
"I will baby. Gotta go slow. Trust me." His breath tickled her ear. He reached down slid some combination of fingers into her aching body. She jerked and moaned as he used them to stretch her. She thrust against him, wanting more.
He reached around and grabbed her ass, pulled her closer and slowly eased into her, one delicious inch at a time. She stretched, accommodating his girth, her body spreading and accepting him. She gasped, her eyes widening as his thickness filled her. Up on her tiptoes, one leg wrapped firmly around his waist providing an amazing angle, she sighed with satisfaction. He finally pressed his full length inside her pulsing walls, his pubic bone jammed hard against the aching nub of her clit.
She moaned as he withdrew, eased himself away, the extreme emptiness he left behind making her gasp. He looked into her eyes and reached down to cup her breast in the hand that wasn't propped against the wall for support. Keeping the head of his lovely thick shaft inside, he caressed her nipple, tweaking it, murmuring something she couldn't hear. Sweat trickled down her back.
"Jack, please. . ."
"What, Sara."
"I need you back inside me." she paused. "I need your cock again." Every nerve ending in her body tingled with anticipation of his lips covering hers, of his cock spreading her, filling her completely.
He obliged, firmly, faster this time. She lifted her leg up higher
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