I moved my hand down towards her thighs. As I touched the inner side of her thigh she jerked and held my hand. I was still hugging her from behind.I grabbed her boobs over the robe and squeezed them a little. She hissed and let out a deep breath. She started to play to my tune. My mind played this part over a hundred times since I laid my eyes on this angel. I started moving onto her pussy. Her breath now hit peaks and she took deep ones.I broke away from the kiss and bit her ear. She closed her eyes and as I kissed on her neck she held both my hands deeply to her body.I started rubbing my palm on her chest. She held my head and arched her back. I could see her boobs inside. She didn’t put on any bra. My cock grew restless. It wanted to come out. My boss was sleeping like nothing’s happening. My alcohol gave me all the courage now.I started to push my hand inside her robe. She held my hands and looked at me and mumbled: “not here”. I gave a surprising look. She moved away from me and. Hearing your Daddy voice I stroke you twice more, then release your dick with a tap to the underside. I stand up and walk into the sitting room. You take a beat or two to catch your breath, then heave yourself out of the chair. You come inside, already disrobed and pushing your boxers down. You eye me up against the large plush chair with winged arms. I’m lined up on the left side, parallel to the arm. My hands on the edge, and arched just a bit, facing the wall with the mirror.You come up to me soundlessly, pushing down my pajama pants to just under my ass, aim your throbbing cock at my hole and thrust deep inside. I’m warm with excitement, and a bit raw from the night before. Slightly gaped, but wet from the play outside. You heave so hard into me I would have fallen over if not for you right hand on my stomach under my shirt and left hand on my throat, holding me against you. Thrusting harder and harder with each pump as my closed legs and round ass fit perfectly under you. No.
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