The sensation caused something to snap in her mind. He strode slowly around the room, looking it over as if he were a potential tenant. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, clutching him as if he were a life preserver in a storm, biting into his shoulder, climaxing over and over. “Stop,” he said breathlessly, and she did. The small pile now represented the last of her dignity. “Don’t keep me waiting, Janice.” Open your mouth. What did that voice on the phone do to her? before her mind filled with intense sensations and awareness. The way he looked her up and down felt like the touch of some filthy rag, but her smile didn’t waver. He sighed with satisfaction and asked, “Did you enjoy that?”
“Fuck me,” was all she could say. Not a finger trembled or changed position. Janice could feel his hands, the skin felt corse and hard. He pushed forward hard so his dick went right to the back of her throat, she gagged and he drew back a bit.
