Set her on your desk and pound into her, missionary style
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+ | You guesture to your desk and she obeyed walking to the desk to lie belly down...you approached her slowly on purpose to let the anticipation build until you felt the warmth of her body heat climbing up. | ||
- | + | You grab your tube, positioning it at her entrance. She swings her legs up over your shoulders as you slowly work the first two inches in, then thrust the rest in at once. | |
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She places one hand on top of yours onto the middle of her sternum, and reaches her other hand down to finger her clit as you pound her down against the desk. | She places one hand on top of yours onto the middle of her sternum, and reaches her other hand down to finger her clit as you pound her down against the desk. | ||
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+ | You lost track of time...while the churning grew more and more noticable until it hit hurricane intensity. | ||
Current revision as of 23:21, 16 August 2018
You guesture to your desk and she obeyed walking to the desk to lie belly down...you approached her slowly on purpose to let the anticipation build until you felt the warmth of her body heat climbing up.
You grab your tube, positioning it at her entrance. She swings her legs up over your shoulders as you slowly work the first two inches in, then thrust the rest in at once.
She grunts in surprise as her steamy-wet womanhood is completely stuffed with your tube.
You reach one hand down towards her shaking breasts and kneed it, your fingers digging into the soft flesh as she licks her thick red lips.
She places one hand on top of yours onto the middle of her sternum, and reaches her other hand down to finger her clit as you pound her down against the desk.
You lost track of time...while the churning grew more and more noticable until it hit hurricane intensity.