When I exited, I saw a man in the corridor, dressed in a black silk shirt, black leather jeans and black boots. His back was to me--he turned at the s...ound of my heels echoing on the tiled floor and slowly looked me up and down as I approached, a sensual, lazy smile--actually a leer--spreading across his face and he deliberately blocked my path. I asked him to excuse me, and he asked what I would give him in order to pass. I laughed and told him that I would give him nothing. He put a hand out. Making love to his cock, so tenderly and sweetly. I knew he wasn’t doing this out of love, but I just couldn’t fuck a man that I had fallen for. My ass slapped against his balls slightly as I rode. His hands tugged at my ass, spreading the cheeks. I carried on riding, unaware of what was happening around me. My ass was violently being spread apart by his hands, opening my asshole a little. I thought nothing of it as I slid up and down on his pole, until I felt something hard against it. I. Over and over it throbs. Your hands come up to my breasts and start to pull on my nipples, milking me in rhythm as I have no alternative but to similarly knead your cock with my cunt muscles. Pulse...pull....pulse...pull...pulse....pull...My hands are between my splayed open legs. There’s my clit, on fire. But just behind it, off the edge of the stool, your balls dangling, but tightening as we both get close to another orgasm. I grasp your sack in my hands, groaning to feel your balls hot. No proposition too outlandish. A great buffet was laid out before me, all for the taking. I drank deeply from wells of passion. Ate of forbidden fruit savoring its sweet bouquet. I meandered through secret gardens never thinking of the consequences or the price. There were long winters in between the days of basking in warm sunlight. The winters were unbearable, chilling me to the very core of my soul. This was the price for my brief flight, the consequence for drinking deeply of passion, the.