The trap had been set; he was confident she would call when she’d worked up the courage. XXX To her, it meant she was good enough. They both felt it coming; the moment of inevitability. “Thats’s right, you fucking cunt,” he grunted between thrusts into her soft housewife throat. When they locked eyes, she simply said, “whoever she is, I can’t wait to meet her, Leroy.”
He nodded, a slight smile playing at the corner of his lips. Her makeup was ruined, the cum running down her glazed face to drip on the dark material of her blouse. She knew what he expected; this was how she was to drive home and meet her husband. His cock hardened in her mouth, thicker and longer as he approached climax. He needed this right now, he admitted to himself. True, she did paperwork, but her true purpose at the
