Shirley's POV
It left me wondering if I hadn't poured him the coffee, would it have been this intimate...
"f**k!" I screamed without realizing it and his come-hither grin eluded my thoughts.
"At your service, ma'am" he responded, imitating my voice. That wasn't what I meant.
Then he began to move with me on the bench.
He slides his d**k in my ass slowly, starts slowly, then gets faster as I felt his balls hitting my ass.
I also felt his c**k get harder as he pumped it in my ass.
"Argh, Larry, please...stoppp" I cried, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, while I rolled my head.
My body moved up and down on him, as I was naked now, trying to breathe.
"It's just your way of telling me to continue, ma'am" he lustfully replied, and my heart was jumpy.
He was f*****g right. I just didn'
