Catherine is 43 year old divorcee, she is 6'0 '' tall with foresightful shapely legs, long blonde whisker, and acurvy body. She is the senior frailty president of the fashion and cosmatic divisons at Edmond Malone manufacture. I have lusted for her since hiring her. She has rejected my romanticistic betterment several times.
The rap of her high heels echoing off the concrete walls was the but sound as she walked down the long line of cars, looking for where she 'd parked. She 'd been sure this was the row—13-D—but where was her car ? She shifted her bags to her left-hand hand where the black leather glove would keep the handles from biting into her and looked back over her shoulder through her blonde hair. Perhaps she 'd walked past it ? But there was no red Peugeot.

She stopped. The yellowish green fluorescent visible radiation bothered her optic. The floor was damp—wet in office with puddle of disastrous water—and the peeling concrete paries were crumbling in places. This underground garage was a wasteyard, decrepit and depressing and disorienting too. It stunk of petrol and Diesel fumes and wet cement and cast, and in her dependable gray wool skirt and white blouse and black leather coating and gloves she felt out of place. Her good heels were already muddied. Maybe 13-D was where she 'd parked before ? 13 something. Maybe 13-B ?

A car locomotive started somewhere in the distance but with the echoes in the cavernous berth it was inconceivable to recite where. The garage went on forever. She was n't even sure where the outlet was now, so she walked till she found a walk through and then turned right, the pace of her footsteps picking up. No railway car passed her. The place seemed utterly deserted, though she could hear an occasional hit or barb in the distance.

At hold up, a wall. A pedestrian walkway. She skipped up on it and walked through to 13-C. Down the row—nothing, no red Peugeot. She returned to the pavement and pressed on and came to another blank wall with a threshold in it. It said `` aisle 20-A through 22-D '' and had an arrow pointing down. This was absurd.

She stopped now and looked around in muddiness. She put down her packages and pulled on her veracious glove, the one she 'd taken off so she could get her car keys when she thought she knew where her car was. She had her cell phone. Would it work down here ? And who would she call ? The police force ? What would she say ? I 'm lost in the underground parking and I ca n't find out my car ?

She felt awe, and then ira. She remembered when she 'd left the car there 'd been a marvellous man in a gray pinstripe courting. I looked at her approvingly as she 'd passed. Moving towards the walk through again, she spotted a flashing igniter. She ran to wiretap it, her packages bumping against her stifle. `` Thank God ! '' she breathed, waving her arm to flag it down. The car stopped opposite her and she peered inside. She looked over at the driver, though my human face was in shadow.

'' Listen, can you avail me ? I 'm lose ! I ca n't find my car ! Can you just motor me around boulder clay I find it ? It 's around here somewhere. '' For a present moment I said goose egg and she looked at my big hand on the steering wheel, the muscles in my forearm where my sleeve was rolled up. `` Ca n't, '' I said. `` I will be late to a merging. '' I shifted into train and the car started forward. She grabbed appreciation of the doorway. `` Please ! '' The desperation in her voice startled her. `` No one will make out. I 'll pay you. I 'm really lost ! ``

Again the silence. She ducked her head slightly, trying to see my face in the shadows. `` okeh. You 'll have to get in the back. '' `` Thanks ! Yes, of course ! '' She stepped to the back of the car and pulled the door open, got into the car and pulled it closed. The interior was very luxcerious leather and fine wood interior. Catherine the Great leaned forward `` It 's a red Peugeot 607. A two thousand five. It should n't be grueling to come up. I really appreciate this. '' The car rolled slowly along, and she noticed that the part numeral seemed to make no sense. 13-D, 14-C, 13-E, 14-F. I wheeled the car around respective tour then killed the headlights, turning down a spiral incline and entered a lower level that was dreary and more abandon. `` I really think it was up on the early level, '' she said.

I said nothing. I drove through a inner ear of deserted halls and huge void rooms lit by dim, flickering fluorescent electric light, some not lit at all. This seemed to be a totally unused part of the garage, probably some shortcut or way to a central office, and when I pulled the car into a dim and remote corner up against a stagnant end and threw it into gear, she assumed I 'd taken a wrong turn and was going to bet on up and turn around. I turned around in my nates as if to see out the dorsum window and so she turned around too, and so when I grabbed her by the coat it caught her totally by surprise.

'' What are you— ? '' `` Get out of the car, stand there and do n't move. '' I said. I got out of the car, grabbing her arm pushing her to an country where there was lenient lightness. She could see a grievous iniquity blanket laying on the floor.
I pushed her down on her spinal column and held her there, so I was looming over her, in complete controller, my custody gripping the battlefront of my coat. fearfulness surged through her body, fighting with utter skepticism. She could palpate the strength in my hands and arms and feel the heat from my eubstance but she could n't quite accept what was happening. `` I strongly suggest you keep quiet, '' I said, my phonation a deep, low whisper. `` I do n't desire to hurt you. ``

She felt a bang of horror and she automatically tried to fight me away, but I quickly yanked the top of her pelage halfway down her arms, efficiently trapping her in her own garment. The strength and expertise of my moves instinctively told her she was dealing with a professional, someone who had done this before. `` Wait ! Wait ! '' she cried. `` Do you want money ? I 'll give you money ! There 's money in my pocketbook. Just do n't injure me ! ``

That seemed to contribute me pause and she took that as an boost polarity. She froze, not daring to motivate. `` Really. Take it. ingest what you want. If it 's not enough I can get you more. '' Another brief secrecy, then I said. `` I do n't postulate money. What kind of man do you think I am ? ''

My solvent panicked her, and she tried again to reach up and at least claw at me but I got my bridge player beneath her and yanked her coat from behind, making it into a compression bandage that bound her arms tight against her face and rendered her helpless. She was deep underground, hundreds of foot from anyone. She watched as my bridge player went to the buttons on her blouse and opened them, and she felt the material give and flop onto her skin like something defeated. There was a pause, then I slowly opened the frail silk of her blouse like a man unveiling a meal, exposing her breast and her bra.
My integral headland was still in phantom, but she could palpate my center on her, taking her in, and then my hand reappeared and closed experimentally on her boob, first one, then the other. She felt the strength in my fingers, the tension as I fought the impulse to jam them in my hands, a kind of gentleness, and that made her bold. She summoned all her military capability and tried to relieve her weapons system again but I held her now with embarrassing ease, as if I were consumed with her knocker and hardly even cognisant of her struggles. I was n't an especially magnanimous man, but I seemed terribly stiff and focused, and yet she sensed through my touch that my intention was n't to hurt her.
My hired hand left her breasts and slid back up to her throat and I pushed her face gently up and to the side as if to analyse her face. I caressed her cheek tenderly, perhaps trying to sedate her, but if so, my touch had the opposite effect and she suddenly began to panic as she realized the serious-mindedness of her predicament, lying on her back in a deserted garage with her arms trapped and blouse assailable, being touched by a stranger. She suddenly could n't ensure her breathing and her breasts began to heave up as she began to pant and hyperventilate and there was nothing she could do about it.

'' stillness, '' I whispered, my mouth right following to her ear. `` goose egg to be afraid of. '' I put my hand lightly over her lip, not so firmly that she could n't breathe, she calmed down almost immediately, or perhaps she just gave up. I removed my bridge player and my fingers slid down over her chest to her breasts. I traced the edge of her bra over her mounds and she lay absolutely still, her attending drawn reluctantly to the soft jot of my fingers on her skin. I repeated the move, this time sliding my finger inside the loving cup, insinuating myself between into the warm, humid space between her flesh and the bandeau. She closed her eyes in denial. Her breasts were exquisitely spiritualist and erotically charged, and yet this was ravishment and there could be cipher pleasurable about it. She would n't even think about letting it feel good.

And yet I dipped my finger deeper into her bra like some queer visitant to the depths, and as I swept it slowly along, my nail brushed the circumference of her areola, and she was shamed by the sudden dab of stake they seemed to feel. I grasped the top edge of the cup and slowly slid it slowly down over her tit as if ejecting a art object of fruit from its Robert Peel, apparently enjoying its slow exposure. She tried to control herself as the fabric dragged over her mammilla but it was maddening, or the sense of scandalisation was too a lot, or something prompted her to try one more clip to resist this ravishment of her privacy and she twisted on the blanket and raised her shoulders to protect her knocker, tried to sound off at me or get a knee against my chest, but again, I thwarted her efforts with humiliating informality, yanking her coat tighter to pin her arms and brushing her pegleg aside. All my attending was on her torso now.
Catherine groaned `` uuuuuhhhhh..uuuuuhhhhh '' with impotent wrath and fright. She raised her principal like a watcher to her own rape and watched as I pulled down the early cup so that both bosom spilled free, and then closed her eyes as my head came down and my clapper touched her nipple. My breath was on her anatomy, then my tongue was circling her nipple in slow, wet circles, and despite herself, Catherine felt the spate of salacious pleasance between her legs. My lips formed a ring around her areola and sucked, and she felt the breath from my nostrils on her tegument. It was lousy and disgusting, and she dropped her head teacher back on the blanket as if she could deny the tremendous pleasure she felt.
She could n't tolerate herself to feel this, but she could n't deny it either, and besides, what choice did she give ? Her implements of war were trapped in her coat and she was laying on a blanket as this stranger hunched over her slowly gorging myself on the warmth and tenderness of her breasts.

She did n't know what to feel. It was assault—rape—but her shock and her disorientation were too great, and my physical strength and desire were deluge, like a strong-arm force or a wave holding her pile. I had an weird sensation of just where and how to touch her, as if I could read her creative thinker or already make out all her secrets—a strange kind of forcible intimacy that spoke directly to her trunk and cared naught what her mind view. The way I lingered at her breasts—sucking, licking, teasing, catching her nipples in my teeth—was far more than was requisite if I were simply going to ravish her. I seemed to know just what she liked, just how she operated. I seemed to know instinctively how erotically charged her boob were and exactly how she liked them treated, just how to squeeze, just where to touch. I knew just when to punctuate the cloying bouquet of a tongue teasing her nipple with the sharp spear of my tooth.

One nipple then the other—the tardily circles, the flapping tongue, the long, lurid poke, and finally sucking her tit into my back talk and biting and sucking it, my urgent, animal strait of joy, my urgent, kneading hired hand. I teased one chest with my sass, I pinched and rolled the early nipple with my helping hand, smearing my saliva around the areola, dragging my nails over the sarcoid dome until she was covered with zany bumps and quivering with need. When she thought she could n't support the stimulation to her nipples anymore, I began to buss and lick her breasts from axillary cavity to sternum, planting soft pungency on the full undersides or rubbing my rough, unshaven human face on the upper slopes, holding her weaponry back and making her combat the urge to compact herself harder into my mouth, wallowing in the softness of her tits until she 'd totally forgotten her pledge to let herself palpate nothing.

'' OOOOOOhhhhhhh..OOOOOOOhhhhhhh ! '' She raised her heading. The stimulation of her boob was becoming more than than she could digest. Her nipples were unshakable and aching, and her pap felt total and tumefy. She looked down at me to try and find out my aid but still all she could see was the top of my head and my unattackable mitt holding her arms, weapon system that to her own shame had stopped struggling.

She could n't just give up like this, so she tried to writhe and rick on the blanket, trying instinctively to escape the maddening defeat and sucking of her naked boob, but all she could prompt was her legs, and all she succeeded in doing was making her skirt slide up her second joint. I noticed this, and let go of one of her arms and slid my hand up under her skirt, sliding up the inside of her leg, as if to establish her that there were any number of direction to broach her defenses.

This assault on her pussy was too very much, took the unscathed affair to another level, and she began to crusade, but it was a funnily tense and mum struggle—her labored panting and struggling for breather and occasional groan of opposition `` stop..stop ; '' the soft creaking and whispering of her leather coat ; the lewd suck of my mouth on her flesh or my hot sensual growl of lust that gave her a weird, lewd thrill, as if she were watching herself be devoured.

The struggling got her nowhere, but suddenly I stopped and straightened up. I was on my articulatio genus next her where her peg could n't get at me, one handwriting still holding the backbone of her coat, but lightly now, and as I straightened up my grimace disappeared into the tail again. She thought maybe I 'd stop now, that maybe I 'd taken her far enough to get her all hot and wear out her smell, and that that 's what I 'd wanted. Maybe now I 'd hold on and bod I 'd taught her a moral and humiliated her, tell her to get curry and drive her to her car, but I showed no sign of letting her go.

She lay there nervously, confused and ashamed at her sudden notion of bathos. Her clothes were a mess, her blouse open and bra down, her tit red and chaffed from my face fungus and her nipples painfully erect, her skirt up around her second joint.

She realized though that I had no intention of stopping. I was just stopping to admire her, to let her feel her own helplessness. My hand reached out and slid up her leg under her skirt and touched the soft skin next to her pussy and she cried out `` OMG..STOP ... NNNNNOOOO '' with a sudden and renewed sense of outrage and assault. When I 'd straightened up she 'd managed to work her justly arm detached and she tried to push me away with it but I laid my weight back on top of her and reached behind her forefront with my pull up stakes hand, caught her right wrist and held it easily, leaving her defenseless. I still had one manus absolve to plunder her physical structure and my lip returned to her naked tits as if my work was n't finished. `` Relax now, '' he said. `` Just relax ... ''

With my weight upon her she now could n't invalidate feeling the rock-hard long thick gibe of my putz stabbing against her hip like a cold chisel, and she did n't screw why she was so storm, but she was. Taken was the word that flashed into her mind. I 'm going to be taken. He wo n't be able to manipulate that prick even if he wanted it too ! My rooster was like a force of nature, something branch from me, urging me on, controlling me, not to be denied. It was inevitable, beyond restraint, and for the low gear clip, Catherine the Great felt really frightened.

'' No ! No ! '' she cried, and she tried to writhe away from me again, but I had her so securely pinned with my one arm that I took my other hired hand from beneath her skirt and casually finished unbuttoning her blouse down to her shank, taking my time, confident that she had absolutely no way to finish me or get away. Despite her struggles I began to sensually caress her bare belly, dragging my fingerbreadth over the raw flesh and making the sinew hold. I slid my manpower down over her hip joint, then found the push button on the side of her skirt, opened it and pulled the zipper down. I pulled the skirt open and press skirt and slide down boulder clay they were below her pantie, and then my hand began to graze teasingly over the bare skin of her thighs and her panty-covered hill, caressing her, tickling her, coaxing into arousal, as if I had all the clock time in the creation. The flavor of my fingers on her mound, the ease with which I touched her and the casual way my deal toyed at the articulation between cloth and soma made her outset to throb with forcible desire.

She pushed and heaved and bucked her hips, but I was like a piece of iron—too strong, too heavy—and she realized that her gyrations were sexual and suggestive. They were only making her aspect more eager and hungrier. Finally she just stopped, gave up. She would save her strength for when she really needed it, for when I tried to shove my cock into her. Maybe then she could raise her knees and force me off, or get a knee into my musket ball. Meanwhile my kissing and sucking of her tits had never stopped, but the focusing of both their attention had shifted to the domain between her legs where she was even more hungry and more destitute and the feelings ran deeper and hard to command. She was throbbing with shameful and sore need.

I seemed to be in no hurry to love her though. I played with her belly and pelvic girdle, sliding my fingers under the waist of her pantie and reaching down, teasing her, playing in her pubic hair's-breadth, teasing her until her kitty-cat needed my touch, until she wanted to feel my hand there against her empty thirstiness. She closed her center in frustration and anger and finally, finally, my hand left her step-in and slither under her bird and touched her puss from below.

My finger pressed the moist crotch of her scanty up against her sensible flesh and Catherine of Aragon bit her lip to strangle a cry of fulfillment. Her consistence arched and quivered in response, but she fought it, trying not to move, trying not to give me the satisfaction of seeing the outcome I had on her, but my fingerbreadth seemed so curious, so transfixed with her, and the places I touched were so rightfield, the insistence, the slash so perfect.
For all the wild love of my backtalk on her titty, my digit on her cunt were like those of a sea captain fan knowing which patch made her respond with a spry jerky of her articulatio coxae or a minuscule groan, a sharp ingestion of breath or elusive shiver—a delicate massage of her labia, a tantalization finger sliding up and down her slit or probing into her curtain raising, gliding in circles over her clitoris or pressing firmly and rhythmically against it, or occasionally taking her integral snatch in my hand and squeeze in an act of mannish will power that touched something late and primitive inside her and made her want to cling to me.
I was clever and perceptive, masterful and patient, and soon she felt the piercing and jangling adrenaline-soaked fear leaving her muscles and being replaced by the thick and profound ache of pure sexual tension, a delicious sexual tightening that both relaxed her and made her harder and more solid. My hands knew her pussy intimately now, as well as she knew it herself, and she gave up struggling against me, gave it up entirely.
She knew she was dry, she knew this would ache as I moved myself between her scatter pegleg. Then lowering myself till my stopcock pushed aganist her pussy, aganist her tight dryness, pushing, I was grunting'uuuuuhhh ! uuuuuhhh !'then I felt my bulbous cock head push past her labia. The head pushing into the mouth of her vagina, as the pain started to bust through her body.
‘ Noooo. Noooo,'Catherine half screamed as I steadied myself, then I clamped my hand over her mouth as I thrusted into her, the pain tearing through Catherine II 's body as the prospicient thick severe putz pushed deep into her nasty xerotes, her physical structure going unshakable with the shock, with the pain, with the humiliation of being violated. I grunted and groaned as I slammed into her, each push bringing a sweet shot of bother, a newly scream `` aaaaaaahhhh ! oooohhhhh ! '' that was muffled by my hand over her oral fissure as Catherine feverously hoped that her body would somehow lubricate itself to protect her, but also praying that her body would not react to the cock in her, that she would hate herself forever if she felt the juices were from some sort of pleasure.
My weight pressing down on her, I slammed into Catherine like a pile driver as I enjoyed her body, taking my delight from it, my cock sending impulses of pleasure through my own body, my judgement picturing the helpless fair sex under me. Of that ripe body already bruised from my attending, knowing I had all-night with her, the thought spurning me on even more than as I buried myself deeper in her. My mitt slid away from her rima oris as my own now covered her, my rim pressing against hers, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth, trying to act like a lover, planting wet kisses on her as a hand grabbed her tomentum and pulled it tight, pulling her head back as my mouth now sucked hard on her neck, bursting the tiny capillary vessel in it, bruising it like a teen would, leaving big honey bites over it, another mark of her shame.
My hips were now slamming faster, my cock reaming in her as my ball sac tightened, I could feel my cum wanting to shoot into her, wanting to hold back that a bit longer to enjoy the exquisite pleasance I was getting, but it was no well, with a moan'UUUUUHHHH', I released myself into her, my cum shooting recondite into her womb as I held myself there, my cock jerking wildly, shooting stream after current of cum flooding into her, my cum filling her, splattering the interior of her vagina, oozing from her as I grunted'UUUUHHH ! UUUUHHH !', bucking and heaving into her.
Finally I stopped, collapsing my weighting onto her, pushing her aganist the floor and blanket, my breathing time coming in short, abrupt pant, taking in as much oxygen as I could, my organic structure drained from the orgasm I had unleashed on myself. Catherine lay there under me, tears running down her cheeks as I lay there on her. Then after what seemed an eternity, she felt the system of weights ease as I moved from her. The exercising weight shifted upwards, moving up towards her capitulum as she could feel that now I was kneeling down by her question as she closed her optic tight, afraid to appear, her mind telling her what will be next and in that she was not wrong as my hand grabbed once more at her whisker, the parole she was dreading, filling her ears ‘ clear your fucking mouth'as a tug on her hairsbreadth reminded her of her place.
Her lips trembling, Catherine the Great slowly opened her mouth, feeling the toilsome soft cock push into her mouthpiece, the taste of cum filling her mouth, the scent of it invading her nostril as she slowly closed her lips around it, and without being told to, starting to bat and suck at the cock, knowing she would possess to, knowing that compliance was the only way to keep open herself more pain. I grunted'UUUUHHH !'as I felt Catherine's tongue run over me ,. for now, I just enjoyed the whiz running through my body, my cock so sensitive after coming, her natural language so skilled despite her revulsion. My cock quickly stiffened in her oral cavity as her tongue roamed over it, her mouth sucking on me, soon I was once more fully erect was filling her sassing, then my hand tightened on her pilus once more as I pulled myself from her oral fissure, leaving just the tip between her lips, then after a pause, I thrusted hard into her sassing, invading her throat causing her almost to gag, choking her on my pecker Catherine struggled for breathing place.
I held myself in her, then as she felt she may suffocate, I pulled myself out, Catherine gasping, sucking in air before once more my stopcock blocked her throat. Again and again, I used her like this, choking her on my hammer, forcing her to gasp for air, her salvia covering my turncock, running from it as I pulled out before pushing back in, then I changed my tempo. Now, not pushing in and holding myself, but treating her mouthpiece like a vagina, pushing and pulling out in speedy successiveness, face fucking her as Jordan gasped and struggled to breath.
The pecker in her mouth pushing deep into her throat time and clock time again in rapid taking over before Jordan felt me holding it there once More, knowing what was coming, but the jet of cum still surprised her as I held myself there, super C of cum shooting into her mouth from my jolt cock, each tug releasing another globule of thick cum. Catherine knew she had no choice, and her pharynx worked to accept me, to swallow the cum I had deposited in her mouth. Finally, I was spent once more, pulling myself from her.
I flipped Catherine the Great onto her stomach, Catherine of Aragon now knew her ordeal was far from over. Moving onto the mantle behind her, I grabbed her coat and blouse pulling them off, unclasped her bra, and pulled her skirt and panties down. I grabbed her rose hip and pulled her up onto her knees so her headland hung down, my inviolable manus sliding between her wooden leg, Catherine resisted for an instant, the instant it took for me to slap her ass hard and just say two words `` outdoors them. '' Catherine shuffled to comply, opening her ego up, this lieu though was dissimilar, this placement she felt more vulnerable, more exposed as I pushed my cock against her pussy, pushing myself into her as my hands reached under her to grab at her breasts, finger's breadth digging into them.
grasped her wrists and pulled her arms behind her back as I slammed her forward forcing her knees forward and forcing her to spread her ass cheeks even further. Grinding my cock in as deep as possible scraping against the gap of her cervix uteri. She just kept groaning and moaning with every jabbing `` UUUUUHHHH..UUUHHH..OOOOOOHHHHH..OOOOOOHHHHHH ... MMMMMM. ``
She was on her work force and human knee with my decent hand holding on tight to her small waist, while my go away bridge player pulled her back by her hair. I was thrusting into her mingy slit, pounding away harder and harder. The excitement of cumming inside her unprotected pussy drove me to the edge of insanity and my stopcock started to uprise even harder and longer in length. I actually gained a surplus inch in length. I was pounding at her neck, hitting the entrance to her uterus ! That was when she started turning her headspring from side to side moaning"no, no, no, oh God no"and I could experience her muscular tissue starting to spasm and tighten and spasm around my rock-and-roll hard shaft. She gasped and her altogether dead body started to shudder. She was beginning to orgasm again ! Her consistence had
betrayed her ! The rampart of her puss started to clamp down on my cock and bosom me and her cervix opened up wide ! I used that opportunity to push the extra in I had gained from my excitation through the opening of her cervix and into her open womb !

spirt after spurt of thick White cum filled her belly as I pushed in and ground deep into
her. She just looked back over her shoulder and into my eyes with her beautiful tear
filled eyes almost whispering now,"no, no, noooo, you didn ‘ t, you shouldn ‘ t have…"I
held my rock 'n' roll severely cock deep inside her as her womb convulsed, sucked, and drained
every drop of cum from me. As I finished cumming interior of her I started to rend my
cock, there was a tacky pop as her cervix reluctantly released the head of my peter. She
sighed and looked back at me. She knew now that I owned her and her life would never
be the same. As my cock slid back out of her a farsighted string of my thick sticky semen
trailed down her inside thigh.
Catherine felt my hand grab her hair and pull her question back, curving her back, then she heard me whisper in her ear `` I wonder how small and blind drunk your ass is ? '' A long deep ‘ Noooooo ! Nooooo !'emerged from Catherine II as my Holy Scripture sank in, knowing there was nix she could do to stop me. She felt my hands move to her butt face, grabbing them, parting them as she shook with concern, knowing the pain to arrive, knowing I would not establish a damm, I only cared about my pleasure, as she buried her head down, waiting for the invasion, hoping she would wake up up from a atrocious pipe dream, knowing she wouldn't, as she felt me jam my pollex into her, a gasp of pain squeezing'OMG ! OOOHHH !'out of her lips.

As I pushed myself deeper into her, it was like nothing she had experienced before, she felt as if I was tearing her afford, my cock ripping her apart as Jordan buried her face into a pillow and screamed and screamed again `` AAAAAHHHHH ! AAAAAHHHHH ! OOOOOHHHH !. '' `` AAAAAHHHHH ! AAAAAHHHHH ! OOOOOHHHH !. '', as I thrust all the way into her, my hands on her hips, dragging her back.towards me with each deep poke. Jordan River felt my shaft buried mysterious in her ass swelling, my torso stiffening, my cock jolt as my cum flows like hot lava filling her.

As I emptied myself abstruse in her ass, `` UUUUGGG ! `` uuuuuooooohhhhh ! `` grunting and groaning with delight as Jordan groaned `` oooooohhhhh ! aaaaaahhhhhh ! ''. Finally, I pulled myself out, Catherine felt a drip of cum from her ass and between her legs as she collapsed on the blanket, crying uncontrollably, I leaned down whispering into her ear, `` You wo n't tell your husband, if you do I will destroy his calling and you. Now get cleaned up and dressed, I will see you again soon for another evening out. ''