he uttered wasn’t anything that could be spelled. It was an awesome noise that said what no word could about the intensity of the moment and his level of satisfaction.
I was enjoying every single aspect of our fucking—from the feel of Anthony inside my tight hole and his sounds of pleasure, to the sight of what was happening between my legs. From the angle I was at, I had the perfect view of his hips and pelvis, and each time he pulled back, I watched as the base of his swollen dick slid out of me, slickened by my juices.
Anthony reached to my chest and starting pulling at my cami. Other than the bra beneath it, it was the only piece of clothing I still had on, and he was trying to remove it.
“You better take this off…now,” he stipulated between short breaths. “You’re gonna make me come soon—real soon—and I have a feeling it’s gonna be messy.” Anthony’s breath grew even quicker as he fumbled with my shirt. He was making more of those noises that can’t be put into words, and it was driving me crazy.
I removed my hands from behind me and leaned forward, into Anthony, to remove my shirt. As I lifted my arms over my head and pulled it off, I felt Anthony’s hands slam down hard on my hips, pulling me off of the desk and pushing me closer on top of him so that my pussy inched farther down onto his cock.
I tossed my cami to the ground and bore into Anthony, wrapping my arms around his neck as he continued to steer my body with his hands.
“You’re gonna make me come so hard,” he moaned as he gazed into my eyes. His dirty talk and heavy breathing made me throb again—and that was all I needed. I started writhing against Anthony, digging into him.
My pussy contracted and quivered as I came, and the sensation of it made Anthony whimper. He brought his open mouth to mine and kissed me in the most primal, yet passionate manner, where he kinda just lapped and licked his tongue forward, outside of his mouth, hoping to come in contact with any part of my mouth, face, or body. He continued kissing me this way for a few more seconds before stopping, keeping his mouth perfectly still in front me of me, and gasping.
The next thing I knew, I felt a great emptiness as Anthony removed his cock from me; then I felt several hot, thick streams of fluid splatter against me, from my belly button to my tits and beyond. One spurt of his cum nearly reached my chin but fell short, and I was relieved that Anthony had had the foresight to warn me about my shirt. If I’d still had it on, it would have been covered, and there would have been no way I could have left his office like that.
“Oh, Kirby,” Anthony said, staring down at the space between us. I saw his eyes go back and forth between his delating dick and my cum-covered body, and my eyes did the same thing.
Anthony was still mostly dressed, though his pants and boxers were down around his ankles. He bent down to lift them up and kept his eyes focused on me as he did.
“I wish I was 20 years younger,” he said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because if I was, I’d fuck you again…right now,” he said. “But I’m a little too old for a repeat performance that soon. Though, trust me, you’re challenging my limits.”
Anthony glanced down at his crotch, and my eyes followed. He’d pulled his pants up, but his dick was still hanging out—and though it had gone limp just a few moments earlier, it was already growing hard again.
Anthony shook his head, sighed, and stroked his cock a few times before reluctantly covering it with his clothing. He zipped up as he walked over to the wall again, where he pressed the button that opened the panel to the bar. He opened a drawer I hadn’t seen before and extracted a hand towel and a few prepackaged moist towelettes, which he handed to me.
I took them, and Anthony went back to the bar to get another towel. He came back over a moment later and got down on the floor beside me, stooped next to where the sniffer had
I was enjoying every single aspect of our fucking—from the feel of Anthony inside my tight hole and his sounds of pleasure, to the sight of what was happening between my legs. From the angle I was at, I had the perfect view of his hips and pelvis, and each time he pulled back, I watched as the base of his swollen dick slid out of me, slickened by my juices.
Anthony reached to my chest and starting pulling at my cami. Other than the bra beneath it, it was the only piece of clothing I still had on, and he was trying to remove it.
“You better take this off…now,” he stipulated between short breaths. “You’re gonna make me come soon—real soon—and I have a feeling it’s gonna be messy.” Anthony’s breath grew even quicker as he fumbled with my shirt. He was making more of those noises that can’t be put into words, and it was driving me crazy.
I removed my hands from behind me and leaned forward, into Anthony, to remove my shirt. As I lifted my arms over my head and pulled it off, I felt Anthony’s hands slam down hard on my hips, pulling me off of the desk and pushing me closer on top of him so that my pussy inched farther down onto his cock.
I tossed my cami to the ground and bore into Anthony, wrapping my arms around his neck as he continued to steer my body with his hands.
“You’re gonna make me come so hard,” he moaned as he gazed into my eyes. His dirty talk and heavy breathing made me throb again—and that was all I needed. I started writhing against Anthony, digging into him.
My pussy contracted and quivered as I came, and the sensation of it made Anthony whimper. He brought his open mouth to mine and kissed me in the most primal, yet passionate manner, where he kinda just lapped and licked his tongue forward, outside of his mouth, hoping to come in contact with any part of my mouth, face, or body. He continued kissing me this way for a few more seconds before stopping, keeping his mouth perfectly still in front me of me, and gasping.
The next thing I knew, I felt a great emptiness as Anthony removed his cock from me; then I felt several hot, thick streams of fluid splatter against me, from my belly button to my tits and beyond. One spurt of his cum nearly reached my chin but fell short, and I was relieved that Anthony had had the foresight to warn me about my shirt. If I’d still had it on, it would have been covered, and there would have been no way I could have left his office like that.
“Oh, Kirby,” Anthony said, staring down at the space between us. I saw his eyes go back and forth between his delating dick and my cum-covered body, and my eyes did the same thing.
Anthony was still mostly dressed, though his pants and boxers were down around his ankles. He bent down to lift them up and kept his eyes focused on me as he did.
“I wish I was 20 years younger,” he said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because if I was, I’d fuck you again…right now,” he said. “But I’m a little too old for a repeat performance that soon. Though, trust me, you’re challenging my limits.”
Anthony glanced down at his crotch, and my eyes followed. He’d pulled his pants up, but his dick was still hanging out—and though it had gone limp just a few moments earlier, it was already growing hard again.
Anthony shook his head, sighed, and stroked his cock a few times before reluctantly covering it with his clothing. He zipped up as he walked over to the wall again, where he pressed the button that opened the panel to the bar. He opened a drawer I hadn’t seen before and extracted a hand towel and a few prepackaged moist towelettes, which he handed to me.
I took them, and Anthony went back to the bar to get another towel. He came back over a moment later and got down on the floor beside me, stooped next to where the sniffer had
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