Each flare of his nostrils told her how much of an effect her slow exposure was having on his excitement; she watched as Stark watched the top of her ...stockings appear, and again when her panties came into view.Her skirt was hiked all the way to her belt line now, and her hand switched from raising her skirt to playing beneath her panties, her fingers splayed wide as they explored her mound, visible to Stark only through the satin. One of the mysteries that Tony Stark pondered often, late at. I mentioned how I knew he was a major old pervert. I was going into detail about how I had found some of his playboys and OUI magazines. I also told her how one night I had woke up late one night needing to pee. I remembered walking out down our long hallway and the top of the wall had lattice so I could see lights flickering on the other side. When I made it to the middle of the wall right across from the wash room and bathroom there was a table and two chairs for decoration or people to sit. I heard myself gasp again, not from moving the furniture, but from hearing the desire in his voice. “Dale, I need to see you too. I can’t stop thinking about you. Just tell me when.” “Today, this afternoon, meet me at the same place, 3 pm, can you make it?” My voice became softer, almost in a trance as I answered him. “I’ll be there Dale, I need to be with you.” We said our goodbyes, and I quickly finished moving the furniture around. I ran a bubble bath, deciding I needed to take some time and. She was really hitting her rhythm now, slapping my backside, breathing heavily, sounding like she was close to coming herself, just from her efforts. I want to look at you when I fuck you. Can we do it that way? Of course, let me turn over. She pulled out of me, making a satisfying plop sound. I rolled over onto my back and hooked my hands behind my knees, pulling my legs upwards and apart. She moved between my legs and presented the dildo to my arsehole again. She pushed back into me. Oh.