Since he had the day off, they would have met for lunch. Coming out of the shower, she opened the closet to see what she should wear. Jeans, turtleneck, sweater - wait a minute!

She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, an idea that was formed in her mind. A little bit of tingle started in her pussy, and she put her clothes back in the closet. A small seduction was in order, he decided. And she should get dressed accordingly.

“Hey, honey. Ready for lunch?” he asked from the door of his office. He held a hand, indicating he didn’t want to be disturbed for a moment, his pen flying through the newspaper. “Ready!” he said, the head crashed. “Oh, my!”

She let her eyes pass through her body, to her toes, then back again. He wore a black sweater showing his large breasts, the V neckline showing a deep toothbrush between the delicious inflate of his creamy skin.

A short wrapping denim skirt showed long legs. She was with her leg pissing through the slit of her skirt, the upper part of her socks shows. In tears, she pulled back her skirt a little more, her pale skin a surprising contrast to dark nylon.

He forced her eyes into her face, seeing the evil smile she wore. His dick moved wildly, almost painfully. “I assume you have a plan for lunch? "

“I can.” She turned around, looking back at her shoulder. Command? "

He jumped up, following her. On the street, in the van. “You’re unbelievable,” he said, moving in an inconvenience. Trousers grew tighter. He smiled, but he didn’t say anything, turning into the parking lot of a small characteristic coffee.

She chose to walk behind her as the entrance into the building, looking at the way her hips moved, the way the heels she wore formed her calves. He hoped they had done it at the table soon; His erection was becoming painful.

She seemed to know the maid, chatting nicely for a moment before they were taken to a quiet and circular cabin. Slit around the seat, pressed against him, his heavy breast on his arm. “I think you’re gonna love food here a lot,” she whispered, her low and greedy voice. She took her hand, taking her under the table to her turn. Under the opening of the skirt, just among its soft thighs.

He moaned, his finger tips feel the wet fabric of his panties. “Did you decide what to order?” asked the maid nicely. Today is special lasagna. "

“The special,” he said, feeling the thighs open a little more. “Do two,” he replied.

The waitress has announced, he leaves. He felt his hand crawling through his thigh, rubbing his cock swollen through the material. “Oh, why do you torture me like that?” he asked with a moan.

“Well, if you want me to stop…” She retired, withdrawing her hand.

Don’t! She squeezed her thigh with love. “I like it when I torture myself. I love it when you do my dick so hard that absolutely snoops.” He grinned while his hand found that he’s far behind his lap. “And I’m gonna love driving this big, big hard dick in you.”

The food arrived, and fell on it stickyly, the meal as good as he promised. She ate a hand, her fingers occupied inside her panties. Squirmed wonderfully for him, and his hand often found his way down to massage his erection.

“How was it?” asked the maid. She left the bill on the table, then left a key next door.

“Thank you, Kelly. I’ll bring it back.”

She looked in wonder while her lady took the key, dropping a 20 on the table. She ran off the stand, smiling. “Communication with me? "

He slipped behind her. “Where are we going?” He just laughed.

He still had half an hour of lunch. He took him to the back of the building, on a ramp of stairs for a simple wooden door. The key slides into the lock, which opens to a small and neat room. “I called forward and asked Kelly if I could borrow her small guest room,” she said, answering her question without answer. Entering his arms, he kissed him. She’s my old friend.

“Great!” His hands pushed the skirt open, lifting it on the sides. “Your panties are wet,” whispered.

“Well,” he pulled his bows off, freeing his dick. “Your shorts are wet. I think we’re even. "

Half carrying it on the bed, laying it on the back, lifting a leg on the shoulder, widening it. Pushing the panties aside he immersed himself in her, making love with her in fast and hard hits. The cheek rubbed against the socks, and turned to kiss the ankle, rubbing the hand and down the leg. “Seductive wench!” he said, looking at the passion on his face. “I love you!”

He cried, his hips swelling against him, his breasts tremble pleasantly in the sweater while his body shakes. In the forward, pushing her deep into her as she could, she erupted, her sperm pouring into her pussy still button.

“Wench, is it me?” he asked, when he trusted her to talk.

“Yes,” he replied. “A beautiful, sexy, delicious, wench.” He pulled out of her reluctantly, releasing her leg. “An incredible, seductive, dazzling wench that is about to make me late for work. "

“Late for work? Is that all the thanks I get?” She straightened her clothes and swept her fingers through her hair. “Well, don’t worry. It’s the last time I showed up to take you to lunch, cretin!”

Honey! He pushed her against him, wrapping her strong arms around her body. He kissed her neck, shoulder, wave of her breasts. “Please. I’m late for lunch anytime.”