We lay there silently for a while wondering how work would be. He made conversation easily, as if he did not just have me on my knees. I contributed to play with his chest, those sweet lips, and he playfully bit me, then it was on.
I flung myself onto his lap, ran my hands through his hair and then again I was on my back. He was inside me, and I could feel every inch of his dick. We fucked in countless positions and when he came he pulled out, drizzled all over me, godly ripped of his shirt and cleaned up his mess.
We returned to cuddling, we couldn't resist ourselves, my ass against his cock and it was on again. He threw it in from behind, then intertwined his legs with mine. He was closer than ever whispering sweet nothings in my ear. He gently pushed it in, and took it out, saying he was only going to tease. I begged him to fuck the living soul out of me, he continued in the same motion and boy was I pleased.
We ended our night with a makeout sesh, but damn his dick put me in check.
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The soul in the red sole
RomanceAn intimate night with a man 7 years older than me, and more significantly my boss. I wrote this high, so there are a lot of typos sorry.
