She slides over a file. She looks deep into my eyes and kisses me. I take her nipple into my mouth. Someone’s knocking on the door. I’m so mad, I just need to get out of here before I scream. “Ahhh… Thanks!” I say, feeling the heat as I blush. One hand rushes through my hair as the other grabs my shoulder for support. She leaves only the tip inside me. I give her a gentle squeeze as we make our way inside. Her hands gently squeeze my pecks as she brings her lips against my neck. Her hand brushes up against my cheek and travels through my hair to the back of my head. “Beg me to fuck your ass as hard as I please,” she commands. Sarah pulls me into the bathroom, which is completely made out of stone. I’m always grateful for some feedback. As we walk into the room, my mother’s sitting in her chair blankly staring outside the window, exactly as she was the last time I visited.
