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" OK how about my place?"She looked a little concerned but nodded her head so I drove off to myapartment. We pulled up and I could see the look of astonishment on herface as she saw the building, I took her hand and held it as I lead herinside to my place. Once inside I took her coat and lead her to thekitchen where I poured us a glass of wine each and she followed me intothe front room, where I put on some quiet music and sat down. It wasobvious she was incredibly worried about something."Look Emma, I am not some axe wielding rapist murderer, I am a bankerwho earns a considerable amount of money that likes to live well, nowplease tell me what is the problem?"Emma looked at me and smiled shyly, she gulped down her drink and stoodto place it on the table she then turned away from me and to my surpriseshe slid off her dress leaving me a wonderful view of her ass in herblack thong panties. I took a sharp intake of breath at the sight beforeand she slowly turned round, her arms covering. The juices ran down my thighs.Her tongue buried into my mouth now. I sucked on it as I shoved down her jeans, pushing them down her lush thighs. She started wiggling and squirming, using her legs to work them down farther. They were out of my reach now. I didn't want to stop kissing her.She kept squirming. Natalie had some real skills. Her jeans rustled and then her left leg slid up and around my waist, bare and naked. She had wiggled her foot out of her jeans. She pulled me against her, the stall door rattling louder.I broke the kiss and groaned, “God, I want to fuck you so hard.”“Then do it, futa!” she taunted. “Send me to first period with a pussy full of your girl-cum!”“God, yes!” I gasped and drew back my hips.My cock slid down her body. Then I was touching her shaved pubic mound. I arched my ass out further while her hand shot between us to grab my dick. My tip slid down to her folds. I groaned at the feel of her clit piercing then the kiss of her hot cuntlips.She shoved me.
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