FUCK. I thought. I left my girlfriends socks on her dresser. at this moment in time I’m just praying she doesn’t see them and I’m thinking I’l...l just grab them when she goes downstairs no drama. Well i go back to the spare bedroom sit down worrying like hell when I hear a knock on the door. I say come in she comes inside and asks me if I would like a tea or coffee. Sure I said. As I said that I look down and OMG she has my girlfriends socks on. I was hard instantly. I didn’t know how the hell. Ms. Palvin rose from her chair, and approached us both. She lightly caressed my back, and the man who was fucking me. “Faster” she whispered. He obeyed, and upped his tempo. My cock became even harder at the increase of speed, the constant pulse of pleasure at the tip of my cock, whiling me to stroke myself, but I resisted the urge, but only because the pounding I was now receiving would not allow me too. I was moaning like a little sissy, as he grunted into me relentlessly. Ms. Palvin had. Stian will be fucking me up in this, I presume and imagine so—don't you?He is nestled and straightened up before my eyes and face beneath there in an implausibly soaring and steep and elevated chair that looks more of a throne and monarchial stool for an overlord and a His Majesty. Is he? Boo-hoo! He has a regal and sovereign expression about him that makes me wonder to myself in just-the-ideal-thing and faultless silence on whether there lives and has in existence any kink and sexual. “You can get up if you want to” I continued.“Oh, I’m definitely feeling warmer all over now” she confirmed. “What about you?”“I was actually going to get up and go take a hot shower to warm up my feet if you didn’t mind” I said, again trying to divert any wrong actions that could lead to my demise.“Really?” she asked, disappointed. “I was hoping we could cuddle for a little longer. I was starting to really get warm.”“OK, but just for a few minutes, then I need to get up. OK?” I pleaded.“OK,.