Afternoon in the City by Jane New |
The grandfather clock striking the hour in the
downstairs hall set the rhythm for the wonderfully hard cock currently
sliding in and out of Tracy’s pussy. What a
wonderful way to wake up in the morning. She adjusted herself a
little to take Philip’s cock in more deeply. She had fallen asleep last
night with her arse nestled comfortably in his crotch, after a pleasant
and active evening in bed with her boss. Philip had lost the use of his
legs after a car accident, but the rest of him worked just fine.
Especially his long, slim cock, the head of which was currently brushing
against her G-spot with every thrust. It’s like
he’s stroking me on the inside. She lifted one leg and eased it over his, opening
herself up to him. Wetting a couple of fingers with her own saliva, she
reached between her legs to play with her clitoris, still tender from
their fun last night. His cock nudged her fingers as she touched
herself, exciting her even more. Last night she had ridden him, her legs spread wide
apart and her back arched. Philip loved for her to be on top. He played
with her breasts, or held onto her arse, or stroked her thighs and used
his thumb on her clit. Then he watched her face as she came, over and
over again. Speaking of coming, this orgasm wasn’t going to be
long now. Philip’s hand on her hip held her in place while he plowed
deeper into her, almost violent in his intensity. She pushed back onto
him, wanting him deeper and harder. |
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