The new intern had been the topic of our conversations for months. When I was hammering into you fro
The new intern had been the topic of our conversations for months. When I was hammering into you from behind, I’d whisper about how rich her family was. While you swallowed my thick head I’d mention how hard of a worker she was. And while you made me dinner I’d mention how much she liked my cock too. She may have been forced upon me, the daughter of a wealthy client, but I didn’t mind her company at work at all. You thought that it turned you on. You thought those images we shared while fucking made you love me more. You thought that you wanted to see it for yourself, to see that young, priviledged woman giving herself to me. So you came by work one time, half expecting our pillow talk to just be idle lies, a fantasy made for you. She was a hundred times prettier than my words had led you to believe. While you thought that you’d just peek in and then leave, the sight before you made you fall apart, completely. She looked at you, smiled, then spread her legs open wider, letting you see how flushed her tight pussy was, letting you see how it pulled and dragged as she rode me. You just cried as everything you thought flew apart. How could I do this to you? How could I destroy your life like this? And as you heard her orgasm vibrate through her, you knew. You no longer thought. You knew there was no way you could love me more than you did in this instant. -- source link