Secretary by Day, Submissive by Night: The Double Life of Manon Martin

I had never seen myself as the younger man but that day in the restroom broadened my horizons. XXX The restroom had full doors for each stall. Her clit looked out at me, proud and brave. “Don’t go getting sappy on me now, Mike.” She kissed me back and rubbed her hand against the bulge in my pants. “This is going to be so fucking hot.”
Shelly sat down on my bed and unzipped her jeans. She held her breath and pushed her pussy into me. “I’ve never fucked anyone with someone in the next room,” she whispered. I tried to press it down but couldn’t help remember her big breasts pressing against her shirt and her–innocent?–game of footsie.