He only cared that he was going to cock fuck that ass. He held on to her hips and kept pushing into her wanting every inch deep in her before he fucke...d her ass hard and rough. He loved to pound an ass and feel it around his monster cock. He soon had every inch in her as he slapped her ass several times. "I shall fuck your ass as I spank you and watch your ass stretch as I make the ass cheeks have my hand marks on them. I love a spanked fucked ass," "Tonight your ass will feel royally cock. Ah well, I thought ... all wounds entirely self inflicted – well, more or less – so no real cause for sympathy.In fact, part of me was aware of a nagging sense of apprehension, a sort of desire to unpick my behaviour the previous evening and obsess on the likely impact of my – umm – wanton behaviour on my local reputation and, indeed, the future development of the company. Which was interesting, a larger part of me observed, analytically, almost like watching the old Debbie – neurotic and. Now or never. She stood outside the door to Containment Room 1, and toggled her camera feed macro on again. She took off her lab coat and dropped it to the floor. This was crazy, and completely unprofessional. She begged herself to reconsider. Her blouse and skirt joined the lab coat. It wasn't too late. She could still go home and get her vibrator again. She kicked away her shoes and pulled her socks off. Stop it, dammit! She threw down her bra and panties and walked through the door, and. Elise was the first girl I had ever met who spontaneously sent me a pair of her worn panties. I had never known such a phenomenon before. We had been talking on the phone for several weeks and exchanged photos. She said that she liked me and wanted to meet up, only it wasn’t possible due to the ongoing health crisis. Instead, we had to make up living scenarios to keep things going.She was very adventurous, telling me how she would physically exhaust me, rubbing her pussy over my lips, cumming.