I bit down into the hard leather of the chair arm, sobbing now in an excess of passion and agony. The pounding of Mr. Lewis’ c**k was coming so fast that the slapping against my ass made a sound like somebody whipping up frosting in a bowl. And I couldn’t help but think that the thrusting of his c**k must be churning my own milky juice into froth deep in the pit of my p***y channel.
Suddenly, Mr. Lewis shoved his finger all the way to the root of my asshole and jammed his hips forward. He let out a low sharp groan. I could feel the huge member twitch violently inside me, could feel the sudden heat as he shot his ejaculate deep up inside me in great spurts. He pulled out a bit and shoved in hard a second time, and then a third, shooting more and more inside me.
And as he came, I joined hi
