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I hear his pants unzip as I impatiently wait for what he is about to do to me. I can feel the juices between my legs starting to run so I take it upon myself to play in my candy box.
Inserting two fingers into her, I let out a soft moan of pleasure just as Thomas brushes up against me.
I remove my fingers and he begins to rub the head of his rock-hard penis against the opening of my girl.
“You want this dick?” he asks in my ear.
“Yes baby, give it to me.”
“Please!” I moan a little bit louder.
He thrusts into me as I grab the edge of the desk and, at the exact time, Judy buzzes, “Judge Shannon, if you don’t need me, I’m going to head out.”
I reach for the phone and press the button to respond at the same time Thomas hits my spot.
“Oh!” I say releasing the button.
“Judge Shannon, are you ok?” Judy asks.
“Uh, yes Judy I am, um, I’m good. I will see you tomorrow.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!” That was actually in response to Thomas but she took it too.
“Okay, you have a great night and I’ll see you in the morning.”
I can’t even reply because Thomas is sending an orgasm through me that’s making my legs weak.
He grabs one of my legs and raises it up on the desk as he continues to thrust into me.
“Oh God, this feels so good.”
He then stops.
“Nothing,” he says, stepping out of his shoes and pants.
He grabs me and leads me over to the table in the middle of the room. He lays me on my back and enters me again. He has my legs over his shoulders as he plays my girl like a drum. He’s beating her something good and the moans coming from my mouth are making great music.
I pull him down to me, covering his mouth with mine as he continues to give me all of him.
“Ooo,” I moan into his mouth. “I’m cumm— Oh my God!”
He pulls back and slows down, going in and out. He then takes my hands and pulls them over my head as his strokes get faster.
“Uh,” he grunts, as my breath is now caught in my throat from the feelings running through me. I don’t know whether to cry or scream.
Collapsing on top of me, “That was good,” he says into my mouth as he inserts his tongue.
When I finally come up for air, I laugh. “Where in the hell have you been the past fifteen years?”
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