The soap and water felt great on my pussy too, coating the sparse covering of blonde. We stood level, appraising one another. tube8 His palms elevated until they were resting along the outer edges of my compact breasts, lightly caressing the skin there and passing an electric sensation between them. The receptionist was stacked like a Playboy model and they looked real, jiggling naturally as she rode on his shaft. Despite being a Monday, there was a prevailing party atmosphere, courtesy of the festive season. “Ah Mark, this is Kate, our new temp,” Kirsty introduced. Doubtless he was thinking what a brainless bimbo I was. I gasped as he pushed forward and embedded back inside my waiting vagina, bloated cockhead working its way in deep like a power tool. His kisses moved from my neck, across my shoulder, and then slowly, ever so slowly, down to the left breast. “Erm, fine thanks,” I replied, feeling my
