Five minutes later I had his hard in me, penetration slow and deliberate, the feeling satisfying. I remained on his lap arms about his shoulders, Ed’s hands on my t**s. There I rode him, thighs powering the lift, gravity the drop. He lasted longer that time, but ten minutes later he was in me again, over the desk, his hips slapping my bruised bum, his c**k in from behind. As a final act I took him on top of the desk, ankles by my ears, his erection pumping me hard from on top. I liked a deep shafting.
Ed dropped me off later thanking me for the privilege of whipping my butt and f*****g my cunny.
Looking for nothing special along Enfield High Street one Saturday afternoon, I noted a dark wood table and four chairs in a second hand bric a brac shop with an acceptable price tag. I nodded to
