“Do you still have the dress you wore to the cocktail party at Bridge’s mansion?”
I have to admit to being a little surprised, but also curious. I collapse forward, held up by his hands on my heaving bosom, panting hard I look down at him. “C’mon, spill.” I tell him with a slight chuckle. “Shower first, hunk.” I say, leading him to it by his cock and turning the water on, slipping beneath it and wetting my hair. “See you for lunch?” I ask him. “Mmmmm… Nor will I say that much about after his shift, as besides the thong lasting less than 30 seconds, him eating me out and then making love to me against the wall (he didn’t even get undressed, just dropped his trousers and slid himself inside me he was that horny. Lost in a world of bliss and pure desire I take his cock into my mouth, sucking it with vigour and virtually taking it straight down my throat.
