She hadn’t even realized they had been inching closer together, making it easier for her to buck her hips as she humped her own hand. XXX “I’m sorry.”
He drew up a chair and sat directly in front of her. On a whim she stood before the windows, legs apart and hands locked behind her head. And how could he eat with her pussy staring him in the face? Yes, he thought to himself as she began to grind herself up and down on his hand, grunting as she accommodated the width of his fingers, I’ve got a treasure here. Her hands tightened on the table legs, and her hips rose slightly without her even being aware of it.
