“Sorry about that! I want it!”
The tempo was rapid and hard. His semi hard cock plopped out of her pussy. Part 2
The next afternoon Todd was standing just outside the door of the bar waiting for the manager. He gripped her around her waist, picked her up and sat her on the pool table. She could feel it bruising her cervix. Or is this just to get you off and send you home to your husband.”
Gert leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Todd’s neck. A small dance floor occupied the space between the pool table and the booths. “Sorry about that! It marked her daily transition from her work world to her domestic world. She looked up at him smiling and kissed the head of his cock. At the top of the stairs was a small landing flanked by two doors.
