The counselor flung his own clothes onto the partition ans was stunned to see Deirdre naked. She was absolute bosomy hotness, and the small couch he had back there was not the most inviting but it would have to do. he resolved to gourmandize the situation and deliver proper foreplay first, so he tenderly needed her spectacular full soft knockers while he knelt down to plunge his face into her womanhood. Ordinarily this felt perfunctory, but somehow with this woman there was a sweetness that motivated him to devour her passionately, making her squeal and giggle with cunnilingual delight.
There was a noise as he heard the door reopen. There was a tapping at the partition.
"Deirdre, come out of there, I know you're in there!"
This guy again!? "Go away!" the counselor responded.
He heard the door click shut once more. Sensing she was more than ready for anything, the counselor stood back up, then get her onto the couch.
He cared about nothing anymore. This Deirdre woman was dynamite. She rode him constantly, savagely, going for broke and yet always coming back for more. All he wanted was to screw her forever, just screw and screw and screw and screw and --
He became vaguely aware of a discontinuity, as if from unconsciousness. He opened his eyes and regarded his surroundings blearily.
Wed Apr 14 10:15:28 2010