Come Bite the Apple

Come Bite the Apple

It was just going on past Fourththirty and he was more than ready to call it a day. Reognizing and recategorizing the studies vast and ancient book collection was more than a little tedious to say the least.
He grabbed his car keys and his jacket and started to make his way out the brass and glass double doors just ahead of him when his jacket  caught an old India inkwell, dragged it across the main showroom table and be watched it in slow motion empty itself over the simple white carpet.
Bad Boy! Bad Boy! Now look.what you’ve gone and done.
Bad boy! Bad Boy! Now
clean those chalk erasers, here, let me bend over so you can smack them on my tight firm  Ass you dirty little Fuck Toy …..
Bam..,.
Bammm….Bammmmm
Clouds of thick white dust fill the air…
Bammmmmmmmm
And she bit down both on her lower lip and finger.
He pushed her off his lap, and she knowing moved before him, faced him directly from the front,
her slightly red moist eyes behind the protective lenses, and he slid towards her still in a sitting position, and she reached up to his belt and zipper, feverishly undoing his buckle, pulling his trousers to his knees as she grabbed his Great COCK in one hand and massaged his oversized ballsack in the other… He felt so good, so warm so hot, to her that all she could think about was tasting his forbidden fruit…..
“Cum bite the apple”
And with a wicked grin, she smiled with those eyes…..


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