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soaking the sofa.
Bart found a frenzied rhythm. He lunged, gasped, then lunged again. Everything became a blur. Her
sucking mouth seemed to reach into his balls for what last few drops of cum remained.
Tiffany sensed he was about over it. She increased her efforts. Ferociously, she sucked on his waning
cock. Hard gnawing bites, whipping lashes with her tongue, deep sucking gulps, finally drained his balls
and his giant cock.
Bart groaned, fell back, his prick still in her mouth. "No more, baby," he groaned. "You got it all. There's
nothing left." He stared down at her. She was still going crazy. He reached down, grabbed a fistful of her
thick black hair and yanked her head up.
She looked up dreamily into his face. Cum dripped from her lips. She swiped her tongue out, scooping
jism off her lips. "I guess I got carried away. It's been a long time. I was extra hungry."
She pulled herself to her feet and headed for the door.
"Remember," she purred as she stopped. "Plenty of pictures. Call me. You can get my home number
from my husband." She laughed, leaving the scent of her perfume behind.
"Damn," Bart groaned, staring down at his wilted cock. "I gotta introduce her to Larry."
Tiffany stepped out into the corridor. She took two steps towards the elevator and the door to Ryan's
office opened. She froze.
Ryan peered out into the corridor. His eyes bulged. "Tiffany! What ... what are you doing here?"
"You'll find out soon enough, fucker!" she spat. She brushed by him.
"Don't bother coming home tonight. We're through."
"Tiff ..." It was too late. The elevator had swallowed her up.
"Goddamn," he mumbled.
He forgot about Tiffany then, his mind on a big new account and his sexy young secretary. There would
be plenty of time later to worry about his wife. He went back into his office to work.
Chapter 6
Tiffany stormed out of the building and hurried to the parking lot.
Blinded with jealousy and anger, she climbed in her car, turned the key.
Nothing.
"Goddamn, fuckin' car!" She tried it again. Nothing. Overwrought, she pounded the steering wheel and
let loose with a deluge of tears.
Twenty minutes later, Tiffany tapped her toe impatiently against the asphalt. Her face broke into a smile.
The tow truck had arrived.
"Hi, lady," the driver said, swinging out of the truck. "Trouble, huh?"
"Yes," she said, giving the handsome mechanic a sultry glance. "It won't start." She saw his name on his
shirt. "Dead as a doornail, Jake."
"I'll have you fixed up in a flash."
"Mmmmm, I bet you could too," she said breathlessly.
Jake opened the hood of her car. As he hooked up the jumper cables, he kept stealing looks at Tiffany.
Tiffany sensed Jake's interest. She played on it, posing subtly, bending, exhibiting her body to the
mechanic as sexily as possible.
Jake's prick was throbbing in his jeans. He wasn't sure, but he was ready to bet the hot sexy woman
was making a pass, wanting more than just her car jumped.
"You can try it now," he said. He ogled her as she climbed in the car.
Tiffany saw the lust on his face. Knowing she had put it there made her feel good, excited her. She
turned the key, and the motor roared to life.
Jake leaned on the door, his head partially in the window. The scent of Tiffany's perfume filled his head.
"I told you. Nothing to it." His eyes drifted to her legs. Her dress was high, revealing her creamy smooth
thighs.
"Oooo, Jake," she squealed. She leaned over and brushed her lips across his cheek. "How much do I
owe you?"
A tremor shot through Jake's cock. What he would have liked to be paid, he figured wasn't possible. He
had already, labeled the sexy bitch as a prick-teaser. "Twenty bucks, pretty lady."
"Will you take a credit card?" she purred. She knew he was glancing at her legs and she parted them.
Her dress inched higher.
"Yeah, but you'll have to follow me back to the garage."
"Sure, Jake," she cooed. "I'll follow you anywhere." She winked.
Jake, his prick aching in his jeans, hurried to his truck.
Tiffany watched, her excitement building. "I'll pay him with a credit card, and tip him with my pussy."
With it said aloud, she tingled and eased her car into gear, following Jake's truck out of the Howard
Building parking lot.
Jake drove slow, glancing in the rearview mirror. Whatta bitch," he groaned, easing through the traffic.
"Whewwww, a choice piece of ass." He pulled into his gas station, parked the truck on the side.
Tiffany pulled in after him, parking at the gas pumps. She climbed out, her pussy tingling. She went into
the office, fished in her purse and extracted her credit cards.
Jake came in, looked at her ass for a long minute, then coughed, letting her know he was there.
Tiffany turned, gave him a sizzling look of promise. "I have plenty of credit cards, Jake. Take your pick."
"I'd rather take you," he said.
"Oh, Jake. What a nice thing to say." She left her purse and credit cards on his desk. With her ass
swinging, she walked through the door and into the garage. "How about showing me around?"
"My pleasure," Jake said, jumping at the chance to keep Tiffany around for a while.
"Interesting," she purred, enjoying herself. Knowing she was turning the mechanic on made her pussy
cream. "You ever bring girls back here, Jake?" She stopped, leaned against a car. Her cheeks were
flushed, and her dark sexy eyes glistened with desire.
Jake studied Tiffany, wondering. She definitely was leading him on. He hesitated. One wrong move and
it could be his ass. He grinned. It could be her ass.
"What are you thinking?" she sighed. "Are you thinking about me?"
"I am," he said, feasting his eyes on her tits as they strained erotically against her dress.
"You're thinking whether I'm just a prick-teaser, or the real thing, right?"
Jake grinned. "Yeah."
"My name is Tiffany and I'm the real thing, Jake."
To prove what she said, she quickly removed her dress, turning Jake's expression from a grin to
shocked surprise.
"Jesus!" He gawked at her. She was exquisite in her bikini panties and skimpy bra. Her tits seemed to be
spilling out of the sexy lace. "You're gorgeous."
"Don't just stand there, Jake. Come take off the rest of my things."
Jake didn't need a second invitation. He spanned her big fleshy tits and squeezed. Lace and tit flesh
pressed against his palms. "Big tits ... and soft."
"Oooo, Jake." She pressed into his kneading fingers. "Take it off."
Jake's mind was fuzzy with passion. His face as a mask of lust. His fingers curled into her bra. He pulled,
tearing the skimpy bra away from her tits.
"Ahhhh, Jake." Tiffany's eyes bulged. "You ripped my bra." She was tingling, enjoying his rough
demeanor. "Now rip off my panties." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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soaking the sofa.
Bart found a frenzied rhythm. He lunged, gasped, then lunged again. Everything became a blur. Her
sucking mouth seemed to reach into his balls for what last few drops of cum remained.
Tiffany sensed he was about over it. She increased her efforts. Ferociously, she sucked on his waning
cock. Hard gnawing bites, whipping lashes with her tongue, deep sucking gulps, finally drained his balls
and his giant cock.
Bart groaned, fell back, his prick still in her mouth. "No more, baby," he groaned. "You got it all. There's
nothing left." He stared down at her. She was still going crazy. He reached down, grabbed a fistful of her
thick black hair and yanked her head up.
She looked up dreamily into his face. Cum dripped from her lips. She swiped her tongue out, scooping
jism off her lips. "I guess I got carried away. It's been a long time. I was extra hungry."
She pulled herself to her feet and headed for the door.
"Remember," she purred as she stopped. "Plenty of pictures. Call me. You can get my home number
from my husband." She laughed, leaving the scent of her perfume behind.
"Damn," Bart groaned, staring down at his wilted cock. "I gotta introduce her to Larry."
Tiffany stepped out into the corridor. She took two steps towards the elevator and the door to Ryan's
office opened. She froze.
Ryan peered out into the corridor. His eyes bulged. "Tiffany! What ... what are you doing here?"
"You'll find out soon enough, fucker!" she spat. She brushed by him.
"Don't bother coming home tonight. We're through."
"Tiff ..." It was too late. The elevator had swallowed her up.
"Goddamn," he mumbled.
He forgot about Tiffany then, his mind on a big new account and his sexy young secretary. There would
be plenty of time later to worry about his wife. He went back into his office to work.
Chapter 6
Tiffany stormed out of the building and hurried to the parking lot.
Blinded with jealousy and anger, she climbed in her car, turned the key.
Nothing.
"Goddamn, fuckin' car!" She tried it again. Nothing. Overwrought, she pounded the steering wheel and
let loose with a deluge of tears.
Twenty minutes later, Tiffany tapped her toe impatiently against the asphalt. Her face broke into a smile.
The tow truck had arrived.
"Hi, lady," the driver said, swinging out of the truck. "Trouble, huh?"
"Yes," she said, giving the handsome mechanic a sultry glance. "It won't start." She saw his name on his
shirt. "Dead as a doornail, Jake."
"I'll have you fixed up in a flash."
"Mmmmm, I bet you could too," she said breathlessly.
Jake opened the hood of her car. As he hooked up the jumper cables, he kept stealing looks at Tiffany.
Tiffany sensed Jake's interest. She played on it, posing subtly, bending, exhibiting her body to the
mechanic as sexily as possible.
Jake's prick was throbbing in his jeans. He wasn't sure, but he was ready to bet the hot sexy woman
was making a pass, wanting more than just her car jumped.
"You can try it now," he said. He ogled her as she climbed in the car.
Tiffany saw the lust on his face. Knowing she had put it there made her feel good, excited her. She
turned the key, and the motor roared to life.
Jake leaned on the door, his head partially in the window. The scent of Tiffany's perfume filled his head.
"I told you. Nothing to it." His eyes drifted to her legs. Her dress was high, revealing her creamy smooth
thighs.
"Oooo, Jake," she squealed. She leaned over and brushed her lips across his cheek. "How much do I
owe you?"
A tremor shot through Jake's cock. What he would have liked to be paid, he figured wasn't possible. He
had already, labeled the sexy bitch as a prick-teaser. "Twenty bucks, pretty lady."
"Will you take a credit card?" she purred. She knew he was glancing at her legs and she parted them.
Her dress inched higher.
"Yeah, but you'll have to follow me back to the garage."
"Sure, Jake," she cooed. "I'll follow you anywhere." She winked.
Jake, his prick aching in his jeans, hurried to his truck.
Tiffany watched, her excitement building. "I'll pay him with a credit card, and tip him with my pussy."
With it said aloud, she tingled and eased her car into gear, following Jake's truck out of the Howard
Building parking lot.
Jake drove slow, glancing in the rearview mirror. Whatta bitch," he groaned, easing through the traffic.
"Whewwww, a choice piece of ass." He pulled into his gas station, parked the truck on the side.
Tiffany pulled in after him, parking at the gas pumps. She climbed out, her pussy tingling. She went into
the office, fished in her purse and extracted her credit cards.
Jake came in, looked at her ass for a long minute, then coughed, letting her know he was there.
Tiffany turned, gave him a sizzling look of promise. "I have plenty of credit cards, Jake. Take your pick."
"I'd rather take you," he said.
"Oh, Jake. What a nice thing to say." She left her purse and credit cards on his desk. With her ass
swinging, she walked through the door and into the garage. "How about showing me around?"
"My pleasure," Jake said, jumping at the chance to keep Tiffany around for a while.
"Interesting," she purred, enjoying herself. Knowing she was turning the mechanic on made her pussy
cream. "You ever bring girls back here, Jake?" She stopped, leaned against a car. Her cheeks were
flushed, and her dark sexy eyes glistened with desire.
Jake studied Tiffany, wondering. She definitely was leading him on. He hesitated. One wrong move and
it could be his ass. He grinned. It could be her ass.
"What are you thinking?" she sighed. "Are you thinking about me?"
"I am," he said, feasting his eyes on her tits as they strained erotically against her dress.
"You're thinking whether I'm just a prick-teaser, or the real thing, right?"
Jake grinned. "Yeah."
"My name is Tiffany and I'm the real thing, Jake."
To prove what she said, she quickly removed her dress, turning Jake's expression from a grin to
shocked surprise.
"Jesus!" He gawked at her. She was exquisite in her bikini panties and skimpy bra. Her tits seemed to be
spilling out of the sexy lace. "You're gorgeous."
"Don't just stand there, Jake. Come take off the rest of my things."
Jake didn't need a second invitation. He spanned her big fleshy tits and squeezed. Lace and tit flesh
pressed against his palms. "Big tits ... and soft."
"Oooo, Jake." She pressed into his kneading fingers. "Take it off."
Jake's mind was fuzzy with passion. His face as a mask of lust. His fingers curled into her bra. He pulled,
tearing the skimpy bra away from her tits.
"Ahhhh, Jake." Tiffany's eyes bulged. "You ripped my bra." She was tingling, enjoying his rough
demeanor. "Now rip off my panties." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]