Kinks: MMF, anal, threesome, reverse haram
I pushed open the door to Mr. Collins' office, my c**k already straining against my jeans, thick and heavy with anticipation. The room smelled of polished wood and faint cologne, the late afternoon sun slanting through the blinds, casting stripes across the desk where he sat. Mrs. Collins lounged on the leather couch nearby, her curvy legs crossed, blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders. They both looked up, eyes lighting with that mix of nerves and hunger I'd seen before.
At 30, with my tall, muscled frame from years of landscaping, I knew I commanded the space. 'Time to make good on those promises,' I said, my voice low and steady, locking the door behind me. Mr. Collins, fit and toned, shifted in his chair, his face flushing as he stood. Hi
