“You really like my mochas don’t you?” If only you knew...You’re nice enough to not charge me for it and start chatting away about your day as... I toss a toonie into the tip cup. Your long dark hair flows behind you as twirl about behind the barista making my drink for me. The ballet of your motions sends me into a trance and the sound of your voice soon fades away...Suddenly you step out from behind the barista. I forget how much shorter you are than me, but I like it because as I pull you in. . thirty-nine...SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!On it continued, until she reached fifty-eight, and suddenly, Mr. Williams stopped.He let go of her vest and stood back. Naomi was kneeling on his desk, panting hard, with tears streaming down her face. Her arm was beginning to cramp with effort at not pushing herself over the edge of the orgasm. The counting had helped her stave it off, and she knew she would have called out if she had gone over and been lost the ecstasy."Take your hand out of your. Julie walked to the far side of the bed where she knew he would have a good full view of her. "I know how messy you boys can be and I'm not going to let you get spunk on my skirt," she said as she slowly undid the button and zipper of her skirt, lowering it slowly and stepping out of it seductively. Jerry was all eyes as he was not expecting her to be wearing regular stockings held up by a lace garter belt, set off with a matching lace thong panty. She now slowly strutted back to his side of. Coach moaned as I caressed him through the fabric and then I gently undid the zip to slide a couple of fingers to get inside. Coach undid his belt and his pants fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, his huge cock bulging in his briefs. I slid them off in one go and started sucking his cock. It smelt sublime, masculine, fresh and a sweet sliminess of his precum. I reached behind him, cupping his beautiful ass cheeks in each hand so that I could bury my face down to his hairy bush. I.