“I’m sorry, S-s-sir,” she burst out as I approached. “Do you know why I had you remove my belt, Nadine?”
She nodded, then caught herself and attempted to speak around the belt. She gasped again as I did so but remained in position, whimpering slightly: bent from the waist, nose and palms pressed to the window looking out over the square, naked breasts hanging down, back arched, legs spread and ass raised. I grabbed it and slow-fucked her for a while, as she squirmed and moaned. It was dark outside, and the square was mostly deserted, as they often are at night in small towns, even on a Friday. After a moment she lowered her arms and took the belt with both hands. “Really I am! Oh, Jesus fuck!”
I walked around and stood in front of her, waiting for her to subside. Even through the wet fabric of her panties I could make out the clenched muscles of her ass cheeks, a lovely sight.
