Hands-free, sticking straight up like a stone monolith, my cock pulses and cums on its own. She pulls it up over her head and lets it splat down to the floor. “Victoria, do you know what happened to your husband?” She looks up at me with those pretty brown eyes and my dick swells inside her mouth. A need to please, obey, love. She replies, “My husband and I were planning on one more baby. At home. She rubs at her wrists subconsciously, flexing them. My former boss, touching herself, wiggling her ass, and trying to please me on top of the coffee table in the middle of her own living room. I died over a year ago. Victoria doesn’t even bother covering up. Her stern sharp features, intelligent and graceful. She moans and shouts, the queen of her domain, power in her voice, riding herself to one of the best orgasms of her life.
