Damn, judging by how wet Mirella got, that story she just told me about her and her father must still turn her on like crazy even though it happened decades ago.
I wonder if one day I'll get just as turned on thinking back on all the times Anastasia and I fucked.
Anyway, I'm just as worked up as she is.
My cock throbs impatiently, still wrapped in Mrs. Carusi's fingers.
It's only a matter of moments before desire finally takes over.
I pull open her heavy coat, grab her by the hips, and push her back against a lamppost.
Then I immediately press myself against her, grinding my erection against her pussy.
I open my mouth and impatiently pull her face toward mine.
My tongue is already ready to strike like a snake at its prey, but she stops me by placing a finger against my lips.
"Easy, Darko. You're not a lion, and I'm not a gazelle. You don't have to devour me," she says with a mischievous little smile.
Yeah, maybe I got a little carried away.
