You kick them off, spreading your legs wide apart. Your hips are circling and you push back, trying to work my fingers in deeper. I pull them out and ...you whimper, your head sinks onto the desk as I walk around in front of you, licking my sticky fingers. “Stand up, you slut. Undo my pants and see what you’ve done now!” You drop to your knees and undo my belt, then my buttons and zipper, pulling my trousers and undershorts down in one movement, my cock springs free, as you sit back on your. Wearing that skirt was actually fun."Gah, that last sentence felt so wrong to say as it left my mouth. I wishI could have taken it back but as much as I didn't like admitting to it,it was entirely true."You don't mind, do you?" I added.This hadn't come out as I had intended it to. What I had meant to say wasto ask her if she thought it was unusual. I was about to expand on it butshe replied before I was able to."Absolutely not, but it wouldn't matter if I did. If you're enjoyingsomething and. Bryan stowed all of the building materials in the back corner of the shed. Concrete and plywood, wire, nails and anything else building related was piled neatly and stored. That amounted to over half the entire haul.Deciding that he wasn't going to get anything done with the rest of the supplies without actually hauling some of it down to the house, he loaded the back of the truck down with the bags of flour, sugar, and rice. He drove down to the kitchen entrance and backed up to the door.. "I felt and saw her natural juices moistening those delicious lower lips as my fingers moved to part them and reveal the pinkness and her clit. My tongue flicked back and forward across it and her hips rose to meet my efforts. Her breathing was a series of grunted gasps while her hand worked furiously at my cock."What can I do? What can I do? Oh, it's—" I had quickened my movements, occasionally touching my tongue at her wet entry. Her head began thrashing and she almost howled, "I'm going to.