" Don't fuck with me, I have a meeting with the bosses in 20 mins" came the reply, there was a strong smell of sexual aroma's in her office, the sweet smell of her love juices, I was right she was indian getting herself off thinking of our encounter in the canteen earlier. I moved closer within arm's reach of where Tracey was standing, her eyes meeting mine, Tracey uttered " Don't, please leave". I could see her panties on her chair with a glistening dildo, I was right - I knew her real well. I moved closer and kissed her New on her forehead, as I took her hand and placed it on a hidden Mr Penis, my other hand lifting her dress uniform finding bare skin, my hand slipping between her legs. Tracey parted her legs a little giving me better access and was trembling, " you fucker, you rotten stinking fucker - we have 10 minutes max". Expertly she undid my pants, both pants and u/pants drop down to my ankles . Mr Penis springing out like a jack-in the-box, standing proud and salivating. "Oh My God ....he's bigger than I remember" laughed Tracey " Trevor's is much smaller" she was breathing deeply as my fingers had teased her clit into mini- orgasm " oh My God", quickly she put her fingers to her pussy, taking the ample juices to lubricate Mr Penis " so fucking big" she giggled. Time was moving on, I quickly lifted her dress higher and roughly turned Tracey so that her hands were on the office desk, saying "this will be much better than your dildo, bus I aim to please". Mr Penis was overly excited drooling at the thought of entering his favorite love flash tunnel, the blood pulsating throughout his veins, he could not get any harder or bigger. Tracey took a deep breath, her legs were trembling in anticipation, being spread for maximum entry. Mr Penis was moving in, his head at Tracey's pussy entrance, mmmmm so pink, so warm, so wet, so inviting. I grab Tracey's hips as Mr Penis covered with her love juices, starts probing entering slowly at first, Tracey gasps for another breath, her pussy lips involuntarily encouraging deeper penetration, she pushes back. I thrust in forcefully now,, wham - skin slapping against skin, in and out, time is shortening. Tracey needs to be fucked , I need to fuck her. Mr Penis is in heaven entering her delicious pussy, building up momentum and pressure, pounding away. Tracey has had several mini-orgasms due to the size of Mr Penis, her knees are getting unsteady, but I hold her firm with my hands as Mr Penis feels his balls almost ready to real amateur explode .....he demands violent thrusts, to which I oblige, pounding Tracey's pussy mercilessly. Tracey has yelled something as Mr Penis erupts violent spurts of cum desi into her succulent womb, the combined juices are over flowing running down her trembling legs. Tracey gasps " don't fucking move, I am so sensitive". Mr Penis remains stationary in Tracey's pussy, I am holding her up by her hips, we are both panting/breathless. Tracey is bent over the table, she manages to look at her wrist watch, she has 5 minutes to her meeting. I looked down at my body and signed. It was not over yet though. The candlelight danced, indian hypnotically, transfixing it's light on the pillows and headboard. I would be; I had more than one good reason to be extremely careful. Chuckling, She gives my little pud a few soft slaps. After getting the next size larger, he slowly walked toward me as I faced him and handed me the dress. That should unearth a few desi answers. “This way, it’ll look like we’re just flash studying together.” Phil reasoned. I was so glad to hear my commandment affecting her. The naughty, Arab cheerleader's round breasts swayed as she leaned over. Manya knew that such urges were normal in boys and that real amateur it was dangerous to rebuff them because of the bus possible psychological repercussions on them. I had to stop myself staring New because when Liz’s legs were wide apart her hole was wide open again. While I am not looking for a relationship, I thought I might share how this upbringing affected my adult sexual preferences.