Manny, the owner and top photographer, often made sexual innuendos towards me, but I didn't mind. Mostly, they were just funny, like walking around b...ehind the desk & handing me folders that he held below his stomach, usually giving me a nice view of his hard cock straining against his pants. To appease him, I'd smile & lick my lips, and he'd smile & walk away, knowing it was just innocent flirting. Another time, I was walking into his office just as he was walking out. We got sort of jammed. Sara became lost in the moment as well. “Oh yes, Fuck me Trevor! Sir! I need you to fuck my tight pussy! OH!” I could have been fucking her for seconds or hours. I couldn’t possibly think straight enough to know. All I knew was that the familiar sensation began to build inside me, and that the combination of Sara’s amazing body and sexy, dirty mind were about to make me cum as hard as I ever had before, which was quite a lot to say after the previous weekend. There was just something. " she let out, her hand dropping to her head, as she rode her face. She knew it wasn't going to take much more to send her over the edge, no matter how much she tried to prolong it. She felt another finger near her opening and then she felt it move up along her perenium, to her backside. She inhaled lightly, trying to relax as Cara started to suck on her clit harder, her tongue moving rapidly. She let out a breath, gasping as she felt her thumb slide in deeply, her index finger pressing. Add to it the fact that it was cold and I was driving quite fast. Initially she was sticking to me. I could feel her boobs on my chest, her breath on my neck. Her hands around my stomach were giving me goosebumps. But most prominent effect was the raging hard-on I had. My pants were refusing to hold it in. Thankfully she couldn’t see it.Then as I bowed down, allowing her to feel the wind directly on her body, I could hear her laughter, her shouting in pleasure. It was music to my ears. Then as.