Jess slipped into a parking space that was obviously hers. Unsure where to park, I waited until she indicated the space next to her. She led me into h...er studio. It was light and airy and full of camera equipment. I couldn’t help but look at some of it enviously. Jessie noticed my interest. ‘What camera have you got?’ She asked. ‘Nikon D50 and a Tamron zoom.’ I swept my hand around. ‘Nothing as grand as this, but it does what I want mostly.’ ‘I started all this with a Nikon, they’re a good. .I gripped her hips, squeezing them and guiding her slim form as she rode me. She shivered, back arching as the pleasure crossed her face. There was no faking the rapture burning in her expression. She loved my cock.Sharp fingernails clawed at my chest. Lines burned in the wake of her passage, welling with blood. It excited me. My hips bucked upward, bouncing her on my dick. Her tawny hair flew in a wild mane behind her, the catgirl purring and yowling her pleasure.“Gods damn, you have a hot. This was where his cock belonged, buried to the hilt inside a woman’s hot welcoming sex. Such a delicious fit―that snug sleeve expanding to take all his bulging length. Clutching him, pulsing around him, bathing him in wet secretions. This woman’s pussy loved his dick. She was panting beneath him, thighs squishing her bountiful tits, her stare fixed on him through the delirium which threatened to overwhelm her. For the first time he truly saw it―the need belied by all her mockery and tease,. She normally was never attracted to potential clients. There was a line that did not need to be crossed. For some reason today was different. She had been wet all morning; her pussy was throbbing actually and needed some relief. It had been so long since she had been touched by a man and she really wanted someone to release the inner animal that seemed to be inside of her. She almost debated taking a few minutes to masturbate in the bathroom, but she feared she would take too long and the.