My mouth is getting dry from the panting and verbal exclamations. Pressed up against the wall, he pounds into my pussy, again. Unrelenting, powerful..., deep, and consuming.My grip on him was sagging but his hands are under my butt and my back pressed into the wall. His thrusts cause my body to smack and bump into the wall. My eyes open wide as his pelvic bone crushes my exposed clit and, in that moment, I can see multiple, distinct shadowy images moving around us in the room and my mind. The only thing is now, Reni and Devon from A Ride to Heaven and Back, (in case you haven’t read their story yet) want their own Facebook pages too, and if it will keep them happy until I work out their latest problems, I just might do it. Hopefully the writer’s block will leave before the holidays come because I have an idea for a holiday story concerning several of my favorite characters and if all goes well, by the New Year I should be back up and running at full speed. I hope. Thanks for. She had curly, shoulder length dirty blonde hair, and black frame glasses.It’s a constant struggle day to day for me to not stare too much every time I pass by her office. I can usually see into her door down a certain isle when I’m walking back to my desk, so then she doesn’t notice as much. Sometimes I’ll even walk deliberately by her office door and purposely not look so she doesn’t think I’m constantly staring.I still think she knows.Still, I can’t complain about this place. Like I said,. I caught her waist with both hands, made a few strokes, and asked- ‘Bhabhi…Ok?’ She said- ‘Haan …achha lag raha hai…chodte raho.’We enjoyed this standing chudai. I was continuously moving my hands over her back, waist, chutads, abdomen, chuchis-everywhere and making strokes. My upper thighs, hitting her chutads in the forward stroke with thup…thup…thup…thup…was giving me immense pleasure. She was screaming at every stroke and also throwing her chutads back to receive the Lund.After 7-8 minutes.