But there was another emotion that I couldn’t put my finger on. But I put that thought to the back of my mind and sat down in my chair without looking at her. Mature sex I struck her again and again. I clearly cared about her. I paused for a moment, enjoying the tightness of her pained muscles wrapped around my shaft before sliding half way out and thrusting back in. Abi’s hand jumped to cover her breasts and pussy. 15 minutes later Abi returned, her face flushed red in embarrassment, and handed me an updated report. I struck her again and again. I was amazed even after the abuse she had taken she was willing to do her job. Abi whimpered as she felt my warm stream of fluid fill her cavity and as I kept pumping my cock to extricate every last drop. “You ok?” I asked, looking down at her bright red tushy. I leant forward and placed my lips on her mound before sticking my tongue out
