Hillary Strips to Get Raises

We had, of course, made love the night before. She'd had a new wrinkle to try when I tit-fucked her. She had me stand in front of her while she sat on the edge of the bed. When she had mashed her tits together over my dick I had not even come close to touching bottom when fucking straight inward with my fourteen inch cock!

"I doubt there is another woman alive who can hold a candle to you," I opined. "If I had thought you had large, lovely breasts before, well, words fail me. You are a walking wet dream for any one who likes really big tits!"

"Jeez, when you talk like that I just want to drag you to bed!" she grinned. Her pendant had picked up a flickering glow again from my praise and her pride. "But, well, I don't want to be so big that I can't use a revolving door. And it's a near thing now. So..."

She reached up and removed the pendant, not without some reluctance I thought.

"I can always put it back on later I suppose.:"

She slipped the necklace into her bedside drawer and drew me to the bed once again.