Any nervousness that TJ's hard on was supposed to quell returned instantly and gripped my stomach the rest of the day. I had sex with two more people,... as soon as it was over, Melanie's message was there to remind me that I wasn't quite sexy enough to seduce her. Tomorrow came. Lingerie under the dress did less to make me feel powerful today. Especially because of what I planned to do with the number. I wore a black lace one piece that accentuated the office's favorite features I had to offer:. He let all go with his body shaking. He actually screamed as he shot cum everywhere. It felt good knowing I had brought him to that place. When he was finely spent he held me tight and cried.At first I didn't understand but I held him anyway stoking his head. When he calmed down we talked. He had been giving guys blow jobs for so long in a neighborhood where all you got in return was being a outcast. Nobody had ever loved him back. Being queer was becoming complicated. I had dealt with. With practised expertise, they clung together quietly, enjoying the closeness ... well how closer could they get? Frank tensed his dick sending shock waves through his 59 year old black carer’s wet twat. Ella rose until his knob nearly slid out of her, then slowly sank, using her skills and knowledge of her vaginal workings to send ripples along Frank’s penis. He gripped her arse under her tunic, the nylon of her crotchless tights sliding under his hands.“Wish I could see your tits Ella,” he. I'm sorry if it hurts." My brain is buzzing with confusion. Hurts? If what hurts? With one hand on my shoulder and the other tangeled into my hair, he shoves his dick deep into my tight, hot pussy. I scream. Thinking, 'Oh. If THAT hurts. Well, yes that hurts you fucking idiot!' I forgive him instantly. Pounding his hard dick into my tiny pussy, feeling his 10" shaft and thick width grinding against my clit, I moan; letting out loud squeals of pain and pleasure. I feel liked I'm being ripped.