#Office

I was still finding my footing at the marketing firm, a sleek downtown outfit where I'd landed a junior role just a few months ago. At twenty-four, I was the youngest on the team, but my age didn't keep me from meshing with the others - most of the time. My days often stretched late, hunched over spreadsheets and campaign drafts when the office turned into a ghost town. Only a handful of us stayed behind, racing deadlines. Around nine, the cleaning crew arrived - two sisters, both in their twenties. When they hit our floor, my colleagues barely glanced up, their indifference bordering on dismissive. It rubbed me the wrong way, even if they kept things civil. I made it a habit to lend a hand, sliding my chair back to clear space for the vacuum or stacking stray memos off my desk. The younger sister, Mia, was close to my age and usually tackled our open-plan office while her sister, Lena, cleaned the quieter executive suites. I got the sense Mia preferred our area because the empty hallways spooked her a bit. Come December, the firm threw its annual holiday bash in the top-floor event space, all glass walls and city views. The whole crew showed up - partners, managers, grunts like me, and, as a courtesy, the cleaning sisters. The room buzzed with clinking glasses and forced small talk, the hierarchy painfully clear in every handshake and seat choice. By chance, I ended up across from Mia at dinner. We clicked instantly, trading quips and eye-rolls about the stuffy execs, like we were in our own bubble. The party felt like a corporate flowchart - everyone slotted by rank. As the newest hire, I was down at the bottom with Mia and Lena, but I didn't care. Mia's laugh made it worth it. Post-dinner, drinks flowed, and I noticed Mia properly for the first time. She'd traded her usual gray uniform for a crimson dress that hugged her frame, dipping low at the back and grazing her knees with a slit that teased higher. Her dark hair was swept into a loose bun, a few strands framing her sharp, kind eyes. She looked nothing like the woman I saw pushing a mop every night. As the C-suite folks bailed, the vibe loosened. The remaining crowd - us lower-rung types - got rowdy, tossing barbs about the bosses' tacky speeches. Mia and I were tipsy, our banter turning flirty. Soon, we were swaying to the music, her hand brushing my arm, both of us laughing too hard at nothing. A few cocktails deep, we needed air. We slipped out to the rooftop terrace, the city's skyline glittering below. The December chill hit us, and between the booze and the quiet, we gravitated closer. Without a word, our lips met - soft at first, then hungry. Her fingers grazed my belt, tracing me through the fabric, her touch bold and teasing. - You're trouble, aren't you? - I murmured against her ear. She smirked, - Only if you keep up. - Her teeth tugged my earlobe, and I knew Mia was no wallflower - she was fire, and I was all in. My hands found her hips, sliding over the dress to her ass, tight and sculpted, proof she hit the gym hard (a weakness of mine). I felt the thin strap of her panties beneath the fabric and pulled her flush against me, our bodies sparking with friction. She gasped, - God, that's good, - her hands abandoning my belt to grip my shoulders, urging us closer. After some heated whispers and neck kisses, we ducked back inside, sneaking to my cubicle. I shoved aside folders and a keyboard, lifting her onto the desk's edge. Her dress rode up, revealing smooth thighs. I hooked my fingers in her lace panties, sliding them down as she fumbled with my zipper, her touch eager and precise. - Hurry, she breathed, and I didn't need telling twice. That desk became a memory seared into my brain, but the cramped space and risk of getting caught killed the mood. - My place, she whispered, no interruptions. We left separately, dodging curious glances, and regrouped at her cozy apartment a few blocks away. The door barely shut before we were tearing at each other's clothes, jackets and shoes scattered across the floor. We crashed onto her plush sectional, playful and primal, like we were chasing each other. She straddled me, her bare skin warm, and guided me inside, slow and deliberate, her breath hitching. - Fuck, you feel amazing, she moaned, her hips rolling in a rhythm that had me seeing stars. Her moans were low, almost musical, each one pushing me closer to the edge. When her pace faltered, she arched back, bracing her hands on my knees. I steadied her waist, guiding her as she leaned further, her body catching the glow of a streetlamp through the blinds-shadows carving out her curves, her breasts full and swaying. She was a goddamn vision. I whispered, - You're unreal, keep going, - my words spurring her on. She'd pause, breathless, then dive back in, her energy fading but her desire relentless. Office gossip had me curious about her figure - some snarked her curves were too perfect, probably enhanced. I wasn't about to let that slide without finding out. Cradling her with one arm, I trailed my other hand down her throat, slow, like I was mapping every inch. Her skin prickled under my touch, her breath catching. - Keep doing that, - she begged. My fingers circled her breasts, grazing closer to her nipples with each pass, tightening the spiral until she was trembling. Her nails dug into my thighs, a silent plea for more. Then I leaned in, my tongue flicking her nipple - hard and sensitive. She gasped, - Oh God, yes! - her body jolting like I'd hit a live wire. I teased, sucking gently, then harder, switching sides, savoring her reactions. Her hips stalled, overwhelmed, but I kept at it, my tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make her squirm. - Don't stop, please, she panted, her voice raw. She was close, her body tensing. - Floor, now, - she urged, desperate. I eased her down, careful not to break the moment, spreading her out on the rug. She grabbed my neck, kissing me wildly. - What are you doing to me? - she gasped between kisses. - I've never... not like this. - I grinned, - We're just getting started. - We stumbled toward her bedroom, pausing against the hallway wall. I pinned her there, thrusting deep, keeping her on edge. She yanked my hair, - Harder, - she demanded, and I obliged, our bodies slamming together, her kisses turning feral, teeth grazing my jaw. In her room, we collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs. I wanted her to shatter. My mouth latched onto her breast, sucking and teasing, while my fingers found her clit, swollen and slick. She writhed, - Right there, oh fuck, - her hips bucking against my hand. Her hands clawed my back, then balled into fists, pounding my shoulders as she spiraled. Her release hit hard, soaking my fingers, her body shuddering. I spread her wetness over her thighs, dragging out every aftershock. She went limp, panting, but I was still hungry. I flipped her onto her stomach, lifting her hips until she was on all fours, her ass glistening in the dim light. Her folds were swollen, inviting. I teased her with my tip, sliding along her wetness until she whimpered, - Please, just do it. - I pushed in, slow at first, filling her completely. She cried out, - Yes, like that! - her voice breaking. I leaned over, kissing her spine, and asked, - You want more? - She nodded frantically, - Don't stop. Our hands locked, fingers laced, as we found a rhythm - slow, then building. Her moans synced with mine, our bodies moving like one. I kissed her shoulders, her neck, my hands roaming her sides, sculpting her curves. Gripping her waist, I thrust harder, faster, her ass slapping against me, the sound filthy and perfect. She clawed the sheets, - Fuck, I'm close again! - her voice hoarse. I reached around, circling her clit, and she screamed, her second climax ripping through her, her walls pulsing around me. We collapsed, slick with sweat, but still entwined. In that moment, we weren't just two people - we were one, lost in each other, and nothing else mattered.

From a young age, I learned to wear the mask of the poised, reserved, almost shy woman... but all it takes is one person gazing at me with the right kind of craving to uncover what I truly am: a wildfire. A blaze that never fades, simmering quietly, but when it breaks free, it engulfs everything in its path. I've spent my life chasing desires. But only the ones that spark something real. Only with those who earn the privilege of seeing the raw, untamed side I keep locked away. He... he fought for it. I'd been watching him for weeks. The way his eyes lingered on me whenever I passed by his desk, like he was trying to cage a hunger that was already clawing its way out. I relished how he'd stiffen when I leaned in to review his work, my voice low, giving him some mundane task. The way his breath hitched if I brushed past him in the hallway. He was young, strikingly handsome, and at that age where he could make any woman's pulse race, no matter her years. You could see it in him - that restless, primal drive to conquer everything. The kind of man whose body reacts to the faintest touch. And me? His manager. Far from immune to his pull. I've always had a weakness for the forbidden. Hidden nooks. Places where the world hums along, oblivious, while I'm unraveling in secret, my body claimed in ways no one would ever suspect. That evening, the excuse was effortless. - Head to the archive room and check if the client files are sorted, - I said, my eyes tracing the line of his throat. He nodded, a little too quickly. Let's call it: the usual jitteriness he got when I spoke to him. I waited a few moments, ensuring no one would notice. Then I walked with measured steps to the back office, locking the door softly behind me. I found him flipping through folders, his brow furrowed like he was lost in the task. - They're not sorted yet, ma'am, - he said, glancing up as I stepped inside. - I figured. I moved closer, locking eyes with him in silence. His chest rose with a deep inhale. He went still as I stopped just inches away. I reached out, my fingers grazing his jaw - not forceful, but deliberate, like I was staking a claim. - How long have you been imagining what it'd be like to have me? A nervous chuckle slipped out. He looked away, cheeks flushing. No answer. - Easy, now. I'm not mad. In fact... it gets me going. He met my gaze, and I was closer now, my lips hovering near his. I parted them slightly, letting my tongue trace their edge. Sometimes, that's enough. I knew he'd close the distance. And he did. His kiss was urgent, a little messy, all raw need. I steadied him, guiding his lips to find a rhythm with mine. My fingers curled into his hair, tugging him closer until our bodies pressed together. I felt his arousal, hard and insistent against my thigh, pulling a soft gasp from me. It wasn't just his youth that thrilled me - it was the way he looked at me, like I was the embodiment of every fantasy he'd been harboring. I turned around, bracing myself against a stack of boxes. I hiked up my skirt - the same one I wore when I first met him. Not scandalously short, but tailored to hug my curves, accentuating every line of my hips and thighs. The kind of skirt that plants dangerous ideas in a man's mind. (In every one of my fantasies, there's a skirt like this. As if it's whispering to me to part my thighs and surrender to the thrill that sets my soul ablaze.) - Remember this skirt? - I asked, voice low. - Yeah, - he rasped, his voice thick with want. - That day, you were already picturing this, weren't you? He nodded, hands trembling as he fumbled with his belt, freeing himself. His cock was hard, straining, brushing against me through the thin fabric of my panties, already soaked with my arousal. Ready. Aching. I slid my underwear aside, guiding him to me. He entered slowly at first, cautious, like he couldn't believe this was real. His cock stretched me, a delicious pressure as he pushed deeper, finding a rhythm. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into my flesh, grounding himself as he groaned into my ear - low, desperate sounds that sent shivers through me. I closed my eyes, letting the sensation consume me, every thrust stoking the fire inside. The archive room was silent, save for our ragged breaths and the soft creak of the boxes beneath me. Outside, the office droned on: phones ringing, keyboards tapping, the hum of normalcy. In here, I was taking him, his young, eager cock driving into me as I bit my wrist to stifle a scream, the sharp pain mingling with pleasure. - Jesus... this is unreal, - he gasped, voice breaking. - It's real, - I murmured, not looking back. - And I want it again... and again... until you master how to fuck a woman like me. His hands roamed, one sliding up my spine, the other spreading my thighs wider, opening me to him. He fucked me with a hunger that felt like worship - like I was a prize he'd won, a need he couldn't contain. His thrusts grew erratic, deeper, each one pulling a shudder from me as he hit that perfect spot inside, over and over, building a pressure that threatened to break me apart. And I let him take me. Not just because I could, but because it set me ablaze. I came hard, his cock buried deep, my body clenching around him. I didn't scream, just bit my lip until it stung, letting the wave crash through me, shattering me. He followed moments later, trembling, a low moan pressed against my neck as he spilled inside me, his body shaking with the release. We stayed there, panting, slick with sweat, bound by our secret. I smoothed my skirt down with care, turned to face him, and adjusted his tie with a smirk. - You're good... but if you want more, bring something fiercer next time. I'm hooked on men who know how to raise the stakes. I winked and slipped out before him. I left behind my scent, his release, and the unspoken promise of more. Because nothing tastes sweeter than fucking someone who burns for you... while the world outside thinks you're just clocking hours.

It had been six months since my last dental visit. Like clockwork, every half-year, I book a routine cleaning and checkup to keep my teeth in check. My cousin, a 27-year-old woman, had recently opened her own dental practice. A few months back, she'd mailed me a sleek business card advertising her services, which I'd stashed in my desk drawer for moments like this. I fished out the card, tapped her number into my phone, and shot her a text to schedule an appointment. She replied within minutes, setting me up for the next afternoon. But first, some context... My cousin, as I mentioned, is 27. She stands around 5'8", with a warm ivory complexion, deep green eyes, and raven hair that falls in loose waves. She's a gym regular, and her toned legs are a work of art - her whole physique, honestly, is striking. Me? I'm 24, with a tawny complexion, dark hazel eyes that catch the light, and short, curly black hair. I'm just shy of 5'6", but I hold my own. Anyway... The next day, I arrived at her office, a modern suite in a bustling plaza. I pressed the buzzer, and she swung the door open. She was in a fitted charcoal scrub top, the fabric hugging her curves. My eyes lingered on her silhouette before I caught myself. - Hey, Lucas. Come in. I greeted her, stepped inside, and settled into a plush waiting room chair. She asked me to hang tight for a moment, and I nodded. A few minutes later, I was in the dental chair for my exam and cleaning. She tilted the chair back, flicked on the overhead light, and ran through the standard questions before I opened my mouth. About 25 minutes later, she brought the chair upright and asked a few follow-ups. - Feeling okay, Lucas? She asked, slipping off her nitrile gloves with a snap. - All good, Mia. Thanks. Her presence, if I'm honest, set my nerves on edge. My cousin's stunning, and that snug scrub top made it hard to focus. - Any sensitivity at all? I shook my head no, and she gave a quick, "Nice." She handed me a small mirror and told me to check my smile. - Look at that, Lucas. Your teeth are flawless. Healthy gums, no cavities. I'm a little jealous. As I studied my reflection, I kept stealing glances at her green eyes, sparkling under the fluorescent light. I followed her to her cozy office, where she sat behind a sleek desk, and I took the chair opposite. - Lucas, your oral hygiene is impeccable. Well done. I wasn't expecting the praise, so I blinked, momentarily at a loss. - Seriously? Thanks, Mia. - For real. Your teeth are perfectly proportioned, naturally bright. I hope my work lived up to your standards. I felt a wave of ease with her, so I told her she'd be my go-to dentist from now on, no question. Our chat drifted to the weather. - Lucas, it's chilly in here, but once I get moving, I'm burning up. Look at me, already sweating. As she spoke, she tugged down the zipper of her scrub top, revealing a fitted tank top underneath. The neckline dipped low, exposing a glimpse of smooth skin and the edge of a navy bra. I froze, unsure where to look. She met my gaze, her top still unzipped, a faint sheen of sweat visible on her collarbone. - Relax, Lucas. We're cousins. I didn't know what to say. - I'm actually kinda cold, Mia. Nearly nodded off in that chair. - Oh yeah? Should've told me. We could've curled up for a nap. I'm wiped, and I've got a free hour. Could've even popped a movie on the dental unit's screen. Her words threw me again. - Tempting, Mia, but maybe next time, - I said, tossing in a playful smirk. - Deal, Lucas. Back in six months for your next cleaning? - Count on it. I stood, and we walked to the exit. At the door, she took my hand and pressed a small dental care kit into it. - For you, Lucas. A little something from me. Her hand lingered on mine, and I got lost in her eyes, their green depths pulling me in. - Your smile's pretty perfect too, Mia. Really lights up the room. She flushed, her lips curving into a shy smile. - Thanks, Lucas. Catch you soon. I started to leave, but she stopped me, leaning in to kiss my cheek. - Bye, Lucas. Stay safe. The gesture caught me off guard, but I returned a quick kiss on her cheek. - Bye, Mia. See you soon. I descended the stairs - her office sits on the second floor of a plaza, right beside a gym. Her face haunted me the whole drive home. That night, I saw she'd posted a WhatsApp story. She'd added me to her contacts, which floored me. The next day, I shared a dentist-fear meme on my story. Within 15 minutes, she messaged: "Lmao, for real? " I'd posted it hoping she'd bite, but a reply? Unexpected. I typed back. - Totally, Mia. Dead serious. - Scared of what, exactly? - Some dentists are intimidating. Especially if they're drop-dead gorgeous. - Oh, like me? - Yeah, you in that charcoal scrub? Lethal. - Well, next visit, I'll ditch the scrubs so you're not spooked. - Haha, I'm holding you to that. I couldn't believe the exchange. Six months felt like forever, so a week later, I texted her for a whitening appointment. She booked me for the next evening. At 4: 30 p.m., I arrived, but the office was locked. Figuring she'd stepped out, I plopped onto the plaza stairs, the gym's music thumping nearby. My phone buzzed. - Hey, cousin. Be there in five. - All good, Mia. Minutes later, her voice came from behind. She was fresh from the gym, hair damp, wearing her scrub top and carrying a duffel bag. I trailed her as she unlocked the office, apologizing for the delay. I brushed it off. Inside, she asked for a moment to set up. Then she called me to the chair, and things took a wild turn. - So, Lucas, scrubs or no scrubs? My heart slammed into overdrive, and I couldn't find words. - Chill, cousin. Freshly showered and all. She unzipped her duffel, pulling out her gym clothes - a tight tank and leggings - and dangled them with a grin. I was still mute. Before I could respond, the buzzer sounded. She tucked the clothes away and stepped out. A woman with a dental emergency. Mia returned, asking if I could wait 30 minutes, as the patient needed urgent care. I told her to handle it and that I'd reschedule. I headed for the door. The woman glanced at me. - Sorry, young man. I didn't mean to interrupt. - No problem, ma'am. All good. I waved goodbye to Mia and started down the stairs. She caught up, breathless. - Here, Lucas. A little keepsake. She slipped something into my hoodie pocket. - Bye, Lucas. She darted back inside. I reached into my pocket, feeling soft fabric. My jaw dropped. It was her teal sports bra, bundled with her matching gym leggings. I got home, locked my bedroom door, and pulled out the set. The fabric carried her scent - clean, warm, uniquely her. A faint damp patch caught my eye. I brought it closer, inhaling deeply. The aroma was intoxicating, primal. My fingers traced the spot, and I couldn't resist tasting it, my tongue grazing the fabric. The sensation overwhelmed me. I pressed the clothes to my face, breathing her in as I touched myself, lost in the moment. After, I hid the set in my dresser, still reeling. That night, Mia texted, asking if I liked her gift. I poured out how it felt to hold something so personal, so hers. - For real? Oh, Lucas. Want to come back tomorrow? I jumped at the chance. She could only fit me in at 7: 30 p.m. - Got 7: 30 open. Cool? - Perfect, Mia. After a long chat, she told me to come ready. All day at work, she consumed my thoughts. I got home, showered, and as 7: 30 neared, my pulse raced. At 7: 15, I climbed the plaza stairs and buzzed the door. She opened it after a moment. No scrubs tonight. She wore a cropped leather jacket, unzipped, revealing a sheer black bra with delicate straps. A silver navel ring gleamed. She grabbed my hand, pulled me inside, and locked the door. No waiting room this time. Rain drummed on the roof as she dimmed the lights, leaving only the dental chair's lamp glowing. I sank into the chair, and she straddled me, her thighs warm against mine. I slid her jacket off, her skin soft under my fingers. Our lips met, slow at first, then hungry. Her tongue teased mine, her breath hot. My hands roamed her back, tracing the curve of her spine as she pressed closer, her chest against mine, the lace of her bra rough under my palms. The rain's rhythm faded as her fingers tugged at my shirt, her nails grazing my skin, sending sparks through me. Friends, don't skip your dentist visits - twice a year, minimum. If you're into this story, let me know, and I'll drop the next part.

I have plenty of ways to find pleasure, and one of them is tiny panties. I buy special panties a size smaller than I need. They have to be incredibly small - just three little strings, basically. Two silky strings dig into my hips, and the third one rubs against my clit. I tuck that string right into my pussy, and when I head to work, it grazes my clit with every step, pulling my lips deep inside and brushing against my ass. On days like this, I always wear a skirt because pants might end up with wet spots from me finishing. By the time I get to work, I might've already come twice. At the office, I sit at my desk in a way that keeps my skirt out from under my butt. Subtle hip movements or a slight arch of my backside get my clit going again, and I finish. My face flushes a little, and I always say it's just stuffy in the room. Later, I head to the bathroom, wipe down my soaked pussy, and go back to my desk. By lunchtime, it's red, swollen, and super sensitive. Even the lightest touch sends a strong shiver through me. After lunch, the boss, Mr. Harrison, called me into his office. He was handing out some tasks while I was teetering on the edge of another orgasm. I came quietly, grabbed the papers, and started toward the door. Then he called out to me. "Hold on. What's that? " he said, pointing at the chair. Oh, God. There was a stain on it. I'd made a mess right there in his office - my juices had leaked out, leaving a wet patch spreading across the chair's upholstery. His chair was made of a fabric that showed every drop, unlike mine. "Did you just fuck someone? " he asked. He locked the door. I turned red as a lobster. What a disaster - how embarrassing. "No, I didn't sleep with anyone. It just... happened. I just came, " I admitted. "Sit on the desk. Show me, " he ordered. The door was locked, and I didn't have much choice. I perched on the edge of his desk and lifted my skirt. What he saw was a sight to behold - my dripping, freshly shaved pussy, swallowing that thin strip of panties, all red, glistening, and begging for attention. His dick shot up instantly. "That's an interesting little trick, " he said, pulling the panties out of me, stretching them, then letting them snap back. The string slammed into my clit again, and my legs trembled. He didn't waste a second - unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants and boxers. His cock sprang out, rock-hard and ready. It looked so tempting that I grabbed it, guided it toward my pussy, and moaned, "Pleeease." He didn't need much convincing. He yanked the panty strip aside and plunged his thick cock inside. It slid in effortlessly - my pussy had been dripping all day, after all. He fucked me like I was some young thing, pounding away like a horny stud. I started moaning softly, coming again. He didn't want me making noise, so he shut me up with a deep kiss. I wrapped my legs around his ass and gripped the edge of the desk with my hands. My butt slid across the desk, my juices pooling beneath me. I was lost in orgasm - folders flew to the floor, my legs shook, and my pussy gushed. "Come inside me. Inside..." I whispered, mindful we were still at work. He hoisted my hips up and thrust even harder, his balls slapping against my wrecked pussy. Then he pressed me tight against him and let go. His cum shot into me like a fountain, hitting deep. I grabbed his ass with both hands, holding him there, keeping him inside. When the last shudder ran through him and his cock twitched one final time, he pulled back. It slipped out softly, followed by a trail of my wetness and his load. "May I? " I asked, taking his cock in my hand and leaning toward it. He grabbed my head and eagerly guided me onto him. I gently cleaned him off, licking his shaft, his balls - his cum was sharp but had a sweet edge to it. "You're a good girl. Now get back to work and focus, " he said. Then he grabbed some tissues, wiped down the desk, wiped me up too, and peeled off my panties. "No more wearing these to work. They're staying with me. They're too distracting... but if you keep up this effort, I'll give you a bonus this month equal to your salary." The panties went into his safe, and I walked back to my desk, fully satisfied, ready to get on with my day.

I work in a medium-sized bank in Moscow. Our team is quite friendly and predominantly female. There have been flings and romances, but none of this is as interesting as what happened in the story I am about to tell. A new employee, Olya, was hired in the accounting department. It's a routine case, we have someone coming and going all the time. I didn't react to her in any way, and besides, we didn't have much contact at work. She is 32, so you know, all of herself, beautiful clothes, but strict, very self-aware: well, in general, unattractive. I will not go into details, but it turned out that when submitting quarterly reports, everyone was in a jam, sat up until late, but I think everything was done. A week passed, I forgot about it, as Olga comes to me and explains that a big mistake in the calculations and passed the wrong report. In general, the woman was shocked, almost crying: the bank could almost be deprived of its license. In fact, there was no problem and everything could be solved in 10 minutes, but I did not say so. "Sashenka, I beg you, do something, I'll do whatever you want for you! " - she begged. Hy well, I decided, why not take advantage! In about an hour I had solved all the problems and she was already thanking me. "Can I buy you a drink? " "No, I don't need a drink. Go to the bathroom and take off your underwear and show me, and then we'll decide what to do with you! " It came out of my mouth, and she stood there dumbfounded. She babbled something about her husband and child, but I didn't listen and sent her to the toilet. She was gone for about fifteen minutes, then she came out all red with shame and handed me her panties and bra. "Good girl, now go to work, I'll call you back." I didn't want to fuck her right away, let her work like that! And the look was just right! I looked at her as a woman for the first time. She was about 165, quite thin, with an appetizing ass, dressed in a skirt and a blouse. I was wearing a bra and had two rather large appetizing breasts, with big halos around the nipples. After an hour I finished my business and decided it was time. I called Oli and called her to the men's room. Of course it wasn't the most comfortable place, but there was no other. She stood in front of me all unhappy and said something like don't: but I didn't listen, took off her blouse and put her on her knees. She took the cock confidently enough, in general, she gave a blowjob very well! After a while I cum, so much so that her cum was on her face, hair and breasts. Olga seemed happy and thought she had gotten off with little blood, but she didn't know me very well! I let her wash up a little, then pulled her skirt up over her belly. She had a pretty nice, completely shaved pussy, and I fondled it with my tongue, and it was already flowing. Apparently the hours of tension had not gone to waste! Then I turned her around and let's go. She didn't need much, and in a minute her body was convulsing with orgasm. I decided that I hadn't tried everything, so I took out my cock, which was covered in her juices, and directed it into her ass. She didn't realize what had happened at first, and then it was too late. She tried to get out, but I held her tight. She had no choice but to bite her hand and endure! I don't know if anyone had been in her ass before me, but her undeveloped asshole was beautiful. Narrow, I cum in there fast enough and let her go. She sat down on the toilet, all teary-eyed. Did it hurt? I felt sorry for her, she had bitten her hand bloody: Don't worry, it'll be easier next time, I said, and went out, leaving her to wash up and get dressed.