The gentle caress of her hand at the back of my head, the soft moans offering encouragement giving new enthusiasm to the blood coursing through my stiffening member as I urged her more forward in her chair until only her buttocks rested on the seat and her wide splayed thighs gave welcome to my intrusion. After a moment she turned to face me, offering a long look at legs that could only have been sculpted by a master. XXX She stood, rubbing the sensitive corona through the soft, bristly black forest crowning the hill of her mound till the head found the wet readiness of her openness, a knee on either side of me as she perched edgily on the desk, I supported her as she turned the burgeoning shaft into her burning tightness,
















