“I’ll bet you’d like a nice big c**k like that, wouldn’t you, Amy?” She felt a quiver of lust, and the last of her resistance melted away.
“Oh,... Josh,” she breathed a desperate whisper, taking off her glasses, and leaning closer to him to rub her face against his hip. The hand, that had been stroking her face, was patting her hair, and now he sent it sliding down her neck, slipping down the front of her jacket so he might finger her left breast through her blouse.
As she squirmed sensually against him, rubbing herself up and down his hip, then laying her head on his trousered thigh, he picked up the picture showing anal s*x.
“How about his one, Amy?” he asked teasing her. “This broad’s taking it up the ass. Have you ever been f****d in the ass, Amy?” With those words the hand that ha
