This one was supposed to go to the warehouse office. It would kill me to have orgasms that hard every time… Oh, fuck… what a way to go, though.”
She kept up a gentle pace until she felt me swelling inside her, “Alright, my big ol’ hard lover, let it go. I decided to let her be in total control of our weekend, accepting every suggestion and appreciating her exciting desire to enjoy our time together. Our mouths were still locked together when she started grunting her pleasure, “Mmmm… rrrrrrrr… mmmmm… mmmmm… aaahhhhh,” she raised her head and kept it up, “Oh, my Godddd… Oh, fuck… God this is so fucking gooooood. She was carrying a large, green basket of ivy, which was one of several that she maintained in her office and in her boss’ office. The time was almost 5pm, so I gave Carly a call and told her that Bob wasn’t going to make it back for Sunday’s work day, “…so I’m just gonna grab a barbecue sandwich down the street and watch TV for
