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My assistant, Mia, was a nut case. I’m a bigger one for hiring her!The cute, little motherfucker had a dirty virtual session with my beau, which, to be fair, was partly my fault. See, I wanted to rest that afternoon, so I instructed her to reply to my WhatsApp messages from her laptop. She always cringed at pretending to be me, especially with whomever I was banging. Well, this time, she went above and beyond. So much so that my beau called saying he couldn’t wait to finish in my mouth for real.Annoyance prickled me at first, but per usual, I sighed upon confronting her and waved it off. If not for her being an excellent worker, I probably would’ve axed her a long time ago. Now, this sexy bitch had a penchant for working naked, and I allowed it because, well… she was damn good at her job. Plus, I mentioned, she was a sexy bitch.Inappropriate? Debatable. But my home moonlighted as her workplace, so I deemed it appropriate that she fly as free as a bird. Once she kept it within her work area. Explaining to guests why my lusty assistant strutted around, cheeks out, would’ve been a pain in my big, round ass.After she gave me the rundown of their chat, I left her to finish her work for the day. When I went upstairs, I recounted what she told me, and my clit throbbed with need. I already fucked the dude, but news of him jacking it, and busting a fat nut while she masturbated, sheened my forehead with sweat. I struggled between the idea of masturbating or the better idea of him relieving me later on.His earlier promise of cumming Sex hikayeleri in my mouth nagged me, though. It sent shivers throughout my body because I managed to avoid it my entire sex life, but the motherfucker finally caught up to me. Of course, I lied because what thirty-eight-year-old woman admitted to a grown-ass man she never had jizz in her mouth? What man would believe that shit anyway? As far as he knew, I indulged in the past and retired, since, from such activity.I didn’t lack the inclination to try, but whenever it crossed my mind, I’d remember how awful everyone made it seem. One of my homegirls even said the shit tasted worse than Buckleys.Buckleys!  That night wasn’t anything too fancy. We caught an action-thriller in the cinema that left us in disagreement on the justification of the villain’s motives. I thought they had no excuse for their actions, and he felt they were quite restrained and should’ve done more. My heartbeat sprinted off at how distant our opinions were and the debate’s heated nature. My nipples threatened to cut through the woolly long-sleeve I wore – Thank God it wasn’t a lesser material. My liners fought to keep my gusset dry.“Let’s get over to your place,” I said with a broad smile.“You ready for the real thing, eh?” he asked.I stalled but then remembered what he did with my assistant earlier, so I played along to avoid more questions.“Damn right, I am.” I cupped a handful with his grey joggers being the only barrier guarding his junk. Motherfucker didn’t bother to wear underwear. Sikiş hikayeleri Delicious.We left the cinema in his hatchback and parked in front of his home. The making out didn’t even give us a chance to get through the kitchen door adjoined to the garage before our clothes started dropping off. As we slid into the kitchen, he stepped out of his joggers and pulled off his medium shirt. He succumbed to nakedness before I stepped out of my Levis and Uggs. That level of excitement was the biggest compliment I received from any man in years.No hyperbole. Honest.I sat on a kitchen barstool, spread my legs, and splayed my glistening labia.“Eat this pussy.”If my mouth planned to room and board his jizz, I at least wanted the most out of that session in case it tasted like old sneakers. Maybe worse.He knelt before me, reached around, cupped my plump buttocks, and said, “At your service, ma’am.”The tip of his tongue swept up a labium, hovered, and then swept down the opposing labium. I seethed, clutching a deeper tuft of his sponge-curled afro. His eye contact triggered a pulsing in my lower abdomen and nether regions, which he amplified by sucking my essence through my clit.What an unexpected move. For sure, I figured he’d tease more or at least ease into it. Instead, he barrelled into sucking my bud to drain the last of its flavouring.I gyrated and shut my eyes tight, tilting my head back while holding his close. My thighs warmed his ears, along with my soft moans. Feeling jealous, my nipples quarrelled about their neglect, Erotik hikaye so I brought my hand up to pinch, twist and flick to shut them the hell up. An orgasm was building and about to stomp out any cum swilling anxiety within.That nut took a part of my soul as I bucked into his face and bridged off the seat, tightening my abs and leaving my mouth like a capitalized letter O.When I dropped, he continued mauling my pussy with his talented lips and tongue. His nibbles and sucks along my inner thighs didn’t make things easier as my anticipation for his refocus on my clitoris ramped up the intensity. Petrol thought it was flammable, but my nervous system, at that moment, put it in its place. After a while, he stood, held my face gently, but frigged my soppy cunt with opposing care.“I’m gonna cum again. Shit!” I grabbed his upper arm and buried my face into his torso as another orgasm ripped through my vessel. Explosive waves shot outwards from my cunt, sending my body into involuntary spasms. Without his support, I would’ve fallen to the floor in a fit of seizures.He helped me to my knees. No instruction was needed or frankly desired, as my only desire flexed its meaty, cylindrical existence in front of my face. I rested my palms on my thighs and jutted my head forward to catch the bobbing schlong with my mouth – missed once or twice like a geek before finally catching it. I tilted my gaze upward and sucked with as much strength as my jaws allowed. Mia wished to see his facial contortions from his earlier self-pleasuring, so I made mental notes to tease her effectively the next day. The deep forehead creases, the way a corner of his mouth lifted higher than the other. He sucked in the air harder than I sucked his dick, that’s for sure.

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