“I get a lot of married guys this time of day.” He was yet another Wall Street guy looking to blow off some steam after a rough day at work-and I was happy to give up my hole to him. “That’s why I’m here,” he winked, kicking off his shoes and carefully draping his Armani suit jacket and Hugo Boss tie over the chair in the corner, followed by his pants and then his monogrammed dress shirt. “You wanna fuck me?” I taunted, opening my legs wider.
“Christ, that’s hot,” he exclaimed, taking me in, the setting sun illuminating my gym body. I was on the bed, legs spread, fingering my wet, puffy cunt when he walked through the door.
