‘She’ was Anne Driscoll. A 32 year old dancer. And the legitimate kind, not of the exotic sort. Ballroom, salsa, but mainly ballet. Although, to her everything was exotic & sexual. Paying the hot young cashier and slipping in a lingering glance, grinding against her male dance partner, Steve, even though she was certain of his homosexuality. It gave her fantasies to play with. Even now as she deep throats her occasional Tuesday-Thursday night mistake, better known as Damien, or as she refers to him with her friends; Jack Hammer. Mr. Hammer works as a valet in the neighboring building adjacent to her job. Their union began quickly and very spicy. He had been just the thrill she was looking for when she turned 30. He was 27 at the time and prime for picking. They never did much outside of the bedroom, but that’s exactly what Anne had wanted. Or was it?
Damien squeezed her hair in his hands and began to thrust eagerly, chasing the orgasm that was about to devour his entire body. His breathing got heavier as the intensity grew. Anne squeezed back in assurance to cum. And so he did. They had been off and on lovers for a little over two years, so it was completely acceptable for him to fill her mouth with his succulent semen. She enjoyed it thoroughly, almost as if it were her reward for working so hard for him. Anne also demonstrated acts of affection because she wanted it repaid exactly the way she gave it. Damien was very good at doing just so. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her hard. He turns her slowly on her back and kisses down toward her navel and beyond, she quietly thinks. Definitely calling out today.
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