Does that register in your slutty little brain?”
“F-f-f…fuck…y-you” she managed to stammer, her insides being turned to mush, her juices splashing out of her. Milf sex Bring your notepad.” He glanced down at some papers he was carrying, glanced back up to her and smiled, then walked over to his desk. “See you in the car park at 5:30.” Then he was gone. She gulped. “I beg your pardon Nadia?” he whispered as he pounded her angrily. Her hand covered her mouth. It wasn’t an easy task to wipe away the slick wetness that had run down her thighs but she tried, surreptitiously. Nadia looked over at him, on the phone, talking and laughing freely and she felt a need for him. Her second thought was of him. She put her hand to her chest, momentarily taken aback by his sudden appearance. She opened her mouth and sucked hungrily on the toy. Your present. She listened intently, hearing soft footsteps.
