Page 47 of Physical Therapy

I sit up, abandoning my dick. “Wait. You went back through the waiting room and into your office with your cunt all worked up?”

She nods.

I rise to line my cock with her entrance. “How wet were you still?”

“My panties were soaked.” She chuckles, the sound cut short as I push inside. “I worried I’d wet my skirt.”

“So you got your dildo?”

“I took my purse back to the ladies. Told Molly I had a stomach bug.”

I chuckle and resume fucking her perfect pussy.

She leans into the cushions, sweet ecstasy on her face as I stroke her close to orgasm once more. Slender fingers creep between us, her digits stirring mad circles on her clit.

“Finish the story, Edith.” And finish it quick, because I’m apt to blow.

“I propped one leg up.” She gasps, back arcing. “And I fucked myself with the vibrator.” She pants, hips rocking against me. “Oh my God, Boe. I… I…”

“You want me to come in you, baby?”

“Yes. Goddamn it. Yes.”

“What made you come this morning, Doc? What got you over the edge.” I bend over her, kissing each breast and then her throat before she answers.

“You.” Her scream echoes around my apartment. “I pretended it was you.”

Fuck me. I follow her with a groan, our bodies slapping hard against one another as I literally try to fuck myself inside of her. My balls tighten, my climax ripping through me. I shunt my load deep, wishing I could crawl up in there too and relish how fucking amazing she feels wrapped around me.

Edith smiles, a light sheen of sweat over her incredible body. “I thought you said I’d be sore.”

I pull out, slapping her on the side of the ass as I do. “The night’s young, Doc.”

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