My boyfriend called me before 11 a.m. and asked me if I wanted to have lunch at home. I said I had a lot to do, but in the end I gave in. By the time he came to pick me up he had everything arranged: the table was laid and the steaming hot food was waiting for us at home. I'd had a meeting in the morning, so I was wearing a suit and high heels and holding a briefcase in my hand as I waited for him in front of the office. He adores it when I'm dressed like this: it's his weakness. The clock struck noon, and we were sitting in the dining room. During lunch he told me I was a real knockout, and I laughed because I knew exactly what he had on mind. After lunch I decided it was time to take action. I took his hand and pulled him into the bedroom. I told him to wait, and two minutes later I came back wearing nothing but garters and black stockings. My lover lifted me up and, mixing sexuality with cruelty, slid me down onto his penis with agonizing slowness. My dripping wet vagina had no trouble swallowing up his huge shaft. Then he put me down, and I thought we were switching to a more comfortable position, but he wouldn't let go of my hips, so we made love in a twisted position with me leaning on one hand. We were doing it in front of the big mirror wardrobe in the bedroom, and when our gazes met in the mirror I was mesmerized by the sight. I loved what he was doing. I climaxed with a look of desire and loving devotion on my face. My body contracted... Afterwards, he gently laid me down on the carpet. He pulled out, stroked his penis a few more times, and then he came on my breasts.
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