Hunger

It's my office, I didn't get up very well today. It's the memories, still them. My secretary suspicious, realize. My sad, uncomfortable way.

Miriam is 25 years old, curly hair, green eyes, medium breasts, brown skin. We've never had anything, but she knows about my wishes for her figure. Especially after my separation.

She then starts, provokes me, curious to know if it's what she suspects.

"What was? Talk!"

"Nothing, no. I'm not well today."

"Are you sad?"

"Yeah."

She takes off her glasses and comes, passes her hand in my hair and I try not to pay attention to her stuffed bra. I look down worried about the erection that's starting to leave me for no reason.

"You need it, don't?"

"What?"

The looks cross, sparkle. My breathing picks up a rhythm and she fixes a lock of my hair. There's a smile, a mixture of innocent... and warm.

"Been a while?"

"Ah! Since the breakup?"

"More, no?"

"Yeah, maybe... a couple of years."

"Then you can't stay like this. Still more man, you need."

"And women don't?"

She laughs ashamed, pretending to be uninhibited.

The looks glued, drill. She swallows dry. Scared and eager.

"I want."

"No! Not me. There are others for that."

"Want you, you know I do."

"Want me... . I don't want you be sad."

"Then do it. I need."

"I know, don't know."

"Come."

"The door... someone might..."

I hold the little body. She smells like lavender in her pink blouse, I put my head between her breasts. I tighten your waist, I hug the little hips. She moans make me a care in my hair.

"I just wanted to give some advice. Feel sorry for you."

"I'm hungry, you no?"

"You want to eat me?"

"What if I do?"

She give a short laugh. She looks on her side worried and talks in a husky, whispered voice... low.

"The door's open."

"So what?"

"I close."

She go, walk sexy, like walk on tiptoe. Back, don't look, come close, don't pull over. I hold her around the waist. She fakes resistance.

I hug, again I lean the face against the medium breasts. I try to understand the shape behind the padded bra. Bite, kiss what I can about the thin fabric, suck the volumes until I feel a hard beak rise.

Round and thick the beak appear, it assumes. I suck, lick, I bite.

"Why with me, so many out there? Pay, buy!"

"I don't want to, my tare... it's up to you."

She laughs bloated, vain.

She hugs my neck and lays her head down in my hair. Slowly goes down the face, forehead, nose until the mouth opens, shows. I slowly slip my tongue between your lips, surf, drown myself with your fire, soak myself with your saliva. I go crazy with contact, work insane your palate. She opens the mouth as much as can while the delirious tongues curl up raving.

I bite, pull, stretch your tongue. I torture.

"Whore! I want you... bitch"

"It's more expensive."

She opens a sneaky smile."

"I'll pay."

"Here or on the couch?"

"Here, take off."

I'll help and she gets rid of the wide blouse. I see the rosy beak still on top of the half cup bra, I come down, reveal the whole breast. I stroke, squeeze, bite, suck the beak even more harder. She moans laughing, opening, getting rid of the bra.

I squeeze two buds of fresh, new, tender meat. I swallow the sweet beaks, work with the tip of my tongue, bite with the tip of teeth. She trembles. I suck the two fluffy, chubby buds.

"Freak! Hurt... aaahhh!!"

My hands go down her waist, one goes between the buttocks, the other unbuttones the skirt. I smell your strong perfume, citric, warm. Abused, I invaded hairy, wet sweaty intimacy. I reveal her hair, the lips bent.

I admire her curves, Miriam gets rid of skirt.

"Open, show me."

"Crazy! It wasn't supposed to be like this."

"Let, show all... every."

"Like a boy... a silly."

She plays with the tip of my nose.

"Cute, shaved, so beauty."

"I like."

"I love."

I look in your eyes while my fingers play with your intimacy, excite your lust, rub, smooth your anus and your lips.

I masturbate, play with will. She dances, swings and moans... opening and closing her eyes, without noticing she puts her foot on the end of the chair which makes it easier to massage.

"Stop! No! Not two fingers! No, no, no! Evil!"

"Enjoy! Go on, let it come."

"There!! You... son of biiitch.. stop!"

"Cum... Two fingers deep in the bottom. You like it, don't?"

"No! Yaaaahhh!! Aaaiiiii... Go go to sofa... Eat me... there!!"

"First you squirt... make like a little bitch, beauty hooker."

"Uuunnnhhhhh!! AAAaaahhhhh!!"

"Come, go."

Fingers sink into the sweet cream that flows from the fleshy cave between her legs. I scratch, smooth and play inside the little pussy more and more soggy, while the tip of the index finger forces, punctures and pierce the tight little ass.

"Not the ass, the ass no!! Aaaaahhh!!"

"Yes, the little ass yes! Move, let... go... move... That's it, that's it, little bitch, naughty, go move, move... bitch."

"AAaaahhhh!! Christ!!"

"Make fun for me, cum. Cum all, soak it up..."

"Myyy Goooddd! Stop, stop! If not me... or else..."

"Or else what? Come, show me."

The index finger goes deeper and deeper into tight little ass and the pussy drips a cream that gets my fingers and her thighs wet.

She vibrates, trembles, howls until she grabs me by the neck in search of a mad kiss, she screams at the bottom of my mouth while the little pussy blinks and gushes a strong hot, honeyed enjoyment.

The kiss is still intense put wet while she still vibrates, shivers and moans. Little by little she pushes away, sweaty tired.

Looks at me ashamed and relieved. Speaks in a whispered low voice.

"But what about you? It was to relieve you. Kill 'your' man hunger."

"You first."

She kisses me on the tip of her nose, grateful.

"And now what?"

"Your ass?"

While she kisses my cheek and mouth.

"Just, nothing else?"

"All."

"Aannh! I thought that was it?"

"Turn and lean against the couch."

She walks, bends over, adjusts, shows herself. Opens up, prance her ass. I arrive, caress and comb her hair with a hard, burning end. I play with the round hole. Slowly I taste the contact, the caress given by the soft soft skin of the hips and the lips still more hot humid.

I Hold by the waist, control, straighten and dexterous enough for the hot dick to dig through the dense tense pussy hard.

"Aaahhh!! Delicious..."

Tasty, savory pussy, of woman experienced vain and loving.

"Whore, you little whore, naughty, bitch."

"Enjoy, cum, your turn... cummm... comeee."

Move faster and faster, I hit your body hard. Wild, brave, unruly thrombus with his meat. I ride tame the insatiable filly, grab his mane, curly hair, neck.

"Go, come, eat, eat me. Kill your hunger, spit in my pussy."

"No, it's got to be your ass, your ass."

"But I'm not ready, clean."

"Let, please. I need it."

"Do it, then doooo..."

I take out the wet, purple frilly dick. I aim, squeeze, push, she moans until she cries and shakes.

"Calm down, open... let... That... shows, shows your little bitch, the bitch you are, lets it... like that... hot, hot, that little virgin ass. Delicious, open... that... aaaa!! Aaaaiiiii!!"

The head goes in, skinn and pierce. She cries, meows and howls. Until the thick, hard shaft sinks all the way into her narrow tunnel. I move like a male - crazy, depraved. We make wet, sweaty noises. I fuck her squeezed ass.

It doesn't take long, before I feel the limb come to life inside that tiny tunnel. I spit in jets the white hot cream inside the ass so desired.

I pull and still spit jets up the my secretary's whitish hips.

I admire a creamy white thread that drips from the little ass reddish and descends through the bent lips.

"Ready? Did?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Satisfied?"

"Satiated."

She laughs at what I talk. Hugs me in that feminine way in a girl's way. Just kiss my lips.

"Did you like it?"

"It hurt, but for you I do."

"I needed."

"No tell. Wow! Let me get cleaned up. I still have to work."