The Domestic Job

Without the jeans my thong was on full display. My lover snapped the fabric before tearing them off me, mumbling, “I’m gonna fucking remember breaking in a virgin for a long time. I’ll remember your sexy eyes too.”

Spreading my buns the big-wig whistled, “That’s a gorgeous virgin bung.

Where on Earth did Paulee find you?”

I answered, “It was my first day at the agency and his was my first job.”

“Robbi! That was a rhetorical question. You’re not supposed to answer – it spoils the illusion.”

There was a tray by the bed containing an assortment of gifts from Paulee: lube, condoms, chocolate, weed, and coke.”

He smeared about a gallon of lube on my whole butt. Then flopped down on me, wiggling his cock between my hugging buns.

Leaning his flabby naked body over mine, kissing me all over, groaning with immoral hunger: he made me feel more wanted than any girlfriend ever had.