My twisted 168 escapades Sn 2 ep19 b(For Old Times Sake)

A just wanted to role play as a secretary, another office dynamic fantasy or should I call it a fetish? Picture me fully naked Infront of her "It's perfect," she said, eye-to-eye with it. She took her finger and traced the underside of it, from the base to the tip, causing it to twitch and me to gasp. She stood. "Take off your shirt, sir." Now I stood naked, rather awkwardly. But she took a hand and touched my face, ran her fingers down my neck, down my chest, down my torso, my cock twitching the whole way. She stopped at my belly button, traced around it, pulled her hand away.

"You're not a weirdo, are you?" she asked. "What?" "You're not going to become a weirdo, are you? Like, start to stalk me or friend me on Instagram or something? Or think this is going to happen again? You cool?" "Sure. Yes. I'm cool," I said, realizing how uncool that sounded. There was a moment where she was looking me in the eye, thinking, and made a decision. "Okay. Good. Here's what's going to happen," she said, looking at my hard-on, once again taking her tits in her hands and kneading them. Squeezing them. Dropping them. She looked up at me, and said, as if giving me the next step in a tutorial on bread-making, "We are going to have some intercrural sex."

I tilted my head, a genuine reaction. "Some...what?" She giggled again. So terribly, painfully cute, this curvy woman. Her hair fell off her shoulder, her tits jiggled. She put her hands on her hips. "A thigh job. Sir." "Oh," I said, and while I had heard of it, I never experienced it, so I was now completely in the dark as to where we were going. She saw my thinking. "That's a good thing, right?" she said. "Oh yes," I said, hurriedly, so as to not break our momentum. "Absolutely. Yes. Tell me more."

She pulled out her cell phone and placed it on the head board, unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. I watched every single move in order to permanently etch it into my memory. Underneath her pants, she was wearing black, glossy, waist high stockings, making her voluptuous legs look shiny, almost wet. She kicked off the pants. I was mesmerized. She stepped back, put her hands on the back of her hips, pushing her tits out, and presented herself. No underwear: I could see a thick puff of dark hair under the tights, between her thighs. Then she turned around and I watched her incredibly shapely ass piston as she went into the bedroom, and started shifting my (unmade) bedsheets around. Her ass was so round and perfect, her hourglass waist so small. The tights gave it all a sheen that made me just want to grab and squeeze every bit of her.

"My tights stay on," she said after making the bed a little more presentable. She turned back around, traced her hands up her waist, then slid her fingertips down into her thigh gap. "You fuck my thighs." She turned, bent over the bed, leaning down on her hands. looked over her shoulder as she waggled her ass at me. made me just want to grab and squeeze every bit of her.

"My tights stay on," she said after making the bed a little more presentable. She turned back around, traced her hands up her waist, then slid her fingertips down into her thigh gap. "You fuck my thighs." She turned, bent over the bed, leaning down on her hands, looked over her shoulder as she waggled her ass at me, the luster accenting her voluptuousness. Then she crawled onto the bed, lay down, turned over, scooched her butt down to the edge of the bed closest to me, and sat up on her elbows. "Now come on, sir." She spread her legs and the daylight from the window lightninged down the stockings. I could see through the stockings the feint features of her pussy.

My hard-on pulled me over, and before I reached her, I stopped. "Where can I touch you?" I asked. She tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. "Ver-ry good, sir. Very respectful. Here." She circled the middle finger of her right hand atop her dark triangle of hair. "Lay that gorgeous cock of yours on top of my pussy. Here." I complied, she scooched a little more to adjust, and lifted her legs straight into the air, opened slightly so I could still see her. As I pressed against her I immediately felt the warmth of her butt against my thighs, my balls against her, the slickness of the stockings on the underside of my dick, paired with the prickle of her bush poking through.

"Good Lord, I might cum right now," I said. "You better. I have to get back to my desk," she said. She reached up and traced a hand down my chest. I kept eye butt against my thighs, my balls against her, the slickness of the stockings on the underside of my dick, paired with the prickle of her bush poking through. "Good Lord, I might cum right now," I said. "You better. I have to get back to my desk," she said. She reached up and traced a hand down my chest. I kept eye contact but continued to clock her tits wobbling about with her movements. "You're pretty fit for someone as old as you." "As old as me? Watch it now, I'd hate to have to spank you." She bit her lip and let out a small moan. "Maybe next time. Now,"

she said, lifted her legs, and brought her ankles together, closing her thighs around my cock. I took a deep breath: this wasn't going to take long. The warmth of her thick thighs, the smoothness of the stockings, the itchiness of her bush. My cock was wrapped tight by her thickness. I moved my hands to her ankles, which were up by my face, but stopped before I touched them. "May I?" "Yes. Please." She let out a moan, laid down, took her hands and squeezed her tits together, then stretched her arms out above her head. "Ohhh your cock is so fucking hard.

Mmm. You like that?" "Yes," I managed. I started slowly, feeling the length of the underside of her legs against my stomach and chest, which I had angled slightly off to the side so I could watch her smile. I caught her light vanilla scent mixing with the unmistakable scent of her pussy. I slowly rubbed my dick in and out of her pussy, I lay my head against her ankles, then ran my hands up and down the sides of her smooth legs while I tried to focus on my breathing. I genuinely felt all my pleasure focussed on the top of my penis, I was rubbing and thrusting slowly as she moaned and cupped her tits for me.

"Mmmm you like these boobies , don't you, sir," she gently utterly said. I nodded, smiling, biting my lower lip, trying to focus on my breathing so I could keep this sensation for as long as possible. I took my hands from her ankles and slid them slowly down her calves, then thighs, feeling the smoothness of her stockings, then placed my hands on her hips. She got that full round ass and I started thrusting a little faster now looking at my hard-on sliding in and out of her.she jokingly said can you hold any longer?...

This is the worst she can say 6 more pumps in I was ready to release my seed pulled out for a few seconds while I kissed her boobs, now that I had delayed myself from Cumming I proceeded to get some lube in her tits and proceeded to fuck them for some minutes she asked to get that cumshot on her chest and face, she squeezed my dick between her boobs hard enough to make me squeak. She massaged my cum into her tits. Without giving me a chance to get soft she proceeded to give me head...

Without warning she flipped me over and got on top ridding me with compassion her juices dripping over me and making a lovely mess after a few minutes of her enjoying I flipped her over having regained my stamina and proceeded giving her slow steady strokes got her climaxed up thigh shakes and a little cream we fell on each other and after a few minutes she got in the shower 🚿 She came out all cleaned up. She turned in to her professional persona 'I hope it was to your satisfaction sir!' Have a good day and let me know incase you need anything from me or got any problems in your room🥵