Fired!
"Alright, just once," Doe says.
I hug her tightly, and kiss her tear-stained lips. She hugs me back, with her fists pounding on my back. I hug her still tighter, prolonging our kiss.
I feel her boobs harden as I move the fingers of my left hand down her ass. My cock immediately reacts and hardens against the constrains of my boxers and the denim material covering her crotch. She responds by pushing me against the sofa and straddling me. I move my right hand under her tank top and push it upward. Her boobs spill out as I leave the tank top over her face. I bend sideways to suck on her left tit while my right hand moves between her legs. I realize she has a c-string on and impatiently pull it off. She uses both hands to undo my boxers revealing my hardened pole.
She impales herself on my cock in the cowgirl position and starts a pounding rhythm. Before long, she is screaming, "I hate you! I hate you!" as she releases a flood of warm fluid.
My crotch is soaking wet and the leather sofa is now slippery with her juices. "Where do I shoot?" I ask, unable to contain the tension any longer. She quickly stops her rhythm as she squeezes her pussy muscles around my cock. My cum erupts inside her womb, as her muscles continue to milk my cock.
I collapse on the sofa with exhaustion. I feel her lips on my shrinking cock, licking it clean. She gives me a final kiss on my mouth. "That's one of the things you'll be missing while I'm gone," she whispers. "Bye."
I doze off again, my naked body is sprawled on the sofa. I do not realize that has left the front door open.
I wake up a few hours later. The room is now dimly lighted but there appears to be someone in the kitchen. I look at my body and notice that it is draped with a gray cardigan. I call out. "Doe? Are you there?"
"I'm not Doe," says a somewhat familiar feminine voice. "But you can call me Doe and I won't mind."
Who is it?
I hug her tightly, and kiss her tear-stained lips. She hugs me back, with her fists pounding on my back. I hug her still tighter, prolonging our kiss.
I feel her boobs harden as I move the fingers of my left hand down her ass. My cock immediately reacts and hardens against the constrains of my boxers and the denim material covering her crotch. She responds by pushing me against the sofa and straddling me. I move my right hand under her tank top and push it upward. Her boobs spill out as I leave the tank top over her face. I bend sideways to suck on her left tit while my right hand moves between her legs. I realize she has a c-string on and impatiently pull it off. She uses both hands to undo my boxers revealing my hardened pole.
She impales herself on my cock in the cowgirl position and starts a pounding rhythm. Before long, she is screaming, "I hate you! I hate you!" as she releases a flood of warm fluid.
My crotch is soaking wet and the leather sofa is now slippery with her juices. "Where do I shoot?" I ask, unable to contain the tension any longer. She quickly stops her rhythm as she squeezes her pussy muscles around my cock. My cum erupts inside her womb, as her muscles continue to milk my cock.
I collapse on the sofa with exhaustion. I feel her lips on my shrinking cock, licking it clean. She gives me a final kiss on my mouth. "That's one of the things you'll be missing while I'm gone," she whispers. "Bye."
I doze off again, my naked body is sprawled on the sofa. I do not realize that has left the front door open.
I wake up a few hours later. The room is now dimly lighted but there appears to be someone in the kitchen. I look at my body and notice that it is draped with a gray cardigan. I call out. "Doe? Are you there?"
"I'm not Doe," says a somewhat familiar feminine voice. "But you can call me Doe and I won't mind."
Who is it?