Her finger slid back and forth and the sensation was maddening.Sandy threw one leg over the arm of the chair and hooked her forefinger into the opening of her honey pot. She wondered what Elton would be like when he came to pick her up. She opened her eyes and withdrew her finger from her hot quim and said to herself, 'I'll save it for later and then it'll be better.'The doorbell rang and Elton held some flowers out to Sandy, "I thought you would like these flowers."Sandy took the flowers and said, "Oh thank you. You're a darling."Elton stepped into the foyer and Sandy closed the door after him. In the process of hooking the door chain into its place her dressing gown slid open exposing the whiteness of her globes. A thin line of white connected both titties. This line was where the two bikini brassiere cups were pulled towards each other, by a fine ribbon.Sandy made no motion to cover herself and she felt her pussy contract and squeeze some of her cream down the inside of her. You clamped one hand above my pussy and your thumb drove me insane when you began to play with my clit. I was close to cumming and I could sense you were too. But before we both came I asked you to stop. You growled in annoyance but I promised you it would be worth it. During one of our countless conversations at work you confessed to me that you have a panty fetish; you jerk off while inhaling soiled panties and actually use said panty to squirt your seed on when you were done. I reached underneath my pillow for my cotton panties I hid there because I knew you'd be "liberating" them from me. You cocked an eyebrow as you watched me slip those panties on and laid back down. "Now fuck me till we cum and both our juices spill on my panty," I demanded. You didn't need to be told twice. I yelped in surprise when you pulled me down and pushed my panty aside to expose my still wet pussy. Your cock slid in to me smoothly and we picked up where we'd left off. I came first as you continued to.
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