Putting a physical sensation to the words of the story describing how I lowered my throbbing pussy down on to his face.
It was surprising to me as it often took actual sex to get me off.
The soft leather cradled me as I felt a spark of excitement building deep down.
Not that I was willing to de everything that he had thought of, there were days I would have loved to sucked him off in the bathroom, mammoth dick or not.
I had masturbated to the thought of fucking and being fucked by other women… to being tied down and dominated and flogged, to being fucked in the ass, the tits, the feet, and along the top of my stocking tops.
The 2nd day he was away, the full blown crisis hit and a rather significant financial report became corrupt.