Page 46 of Physical Therapy

“The kind of sore where it’s uncomfortable to sit the next day.” I want her to have no misgivings about this.

She quirks an eyebrow, shunting her hips toward me to swallow my cock again. “Sounds like fun.”

Palming her tits, I take hold of one and twist hard. “Pain heightens pleasure, Edith.”

She moans in response, mouth falling open. I’d stick my dick in there, but that would mean giving up this exquisite cunt.

“I’ve waited all day for you to fuck me,” she groans. “So do it already.”

“All day?” I query with a slow rock of my hips.

“All day.” Her gaze holds my own. “When you missed your appointment…” She smiles, shaking her head.

I slap her hard on the breast. “Tell me. When I missed my appointment, you what?”

“Boe.” My name is a mere whimper as she clamors to push me deeper.

I inch back to hold her off. “What did you do, Edith?”

“I… I took care of myself.”

Fuck, yes. “Tell me how.” I pull free, dropping down to level my face with her sweet-smelling pussy. “With your fingers?” I push two inside her quivering channel.

“No.”

She writhes on the sofa as I bring her close to climax, curling my finger to her sweet spot. “No? How then?”

“I used… I…” Her breath escapes her as I suckle on her hood, all the while still plying her with my fingers. “Boe, I’m going to come if you keep that up.”

I stop. “Not until you tell me how you got yourself off, Edith. What did you do to make this pussy sing?” I reposition myself on my side so that I can jerk off with one hand while feasting on her honey.

Edith twists at the waist, reaching down to thread her fingers through my hair and press my face to her cunt while she watches me masturbate.

“Talk to me,” I mumble into her.

“I hid a vibrator in my purse.”

Nice. But… “From the start,” I instruct, locking eyes with her over her mound. “Don’t spare the details.”

She groans and grinds, her bottom lip pinched hard between her teeth as I resume eating her out. I could lick this woman all fucking day; she’s just that damn addictive.

“I started with my fingers,” she says on a sigh. “Shut myself in the stall and pushed my skirt up around my waist.”

“Panties around ankles?”

“To the side.”

Fuck. Maybe this wasn’t a hot idea. I may come before she does. “And?”

“I just wasn’t full enough. I, um, I tried a visual aid.”

I stop licking and frown at her. “Details, Edith.”

Her cheeks blush. “Your profile picture.”

Mental note to self: send dick pic for future reference. “Go on.”

“But it wasn’t enough. So I went back to my office to get my purse.”

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