“Anything…anything you want me to do,” I sighed as he manoeuvred me onto my back; then watched himself slowly pull his heavy fingers out of my stretched cunt. It seemed to be everywhere as I tried to lick some thick lumps off my lips and scooped even more off my cheeks and theatrically pushed it into my mouth. Indian Sex Hank was beaming as I stood up and straightened my skirt, making sure that I saw the sparkling ruby in his front tooth. It was huge and as ugly as sin! I saved my article on a new gardening centre and walked to the other end of the local newspaper office that I worked in. When I’d stopped moving Hank kissed and licked my dangling tits as he lifted the back of my skirt up and squeezed and slapped my squashy arse until I squealed with delight. “Oh honey that feels soooooo goooooooood,” Hank sighed as I began sucking his bulbous knob and licked the swollen veins that curled around the chunky shaft. “Ugh sugar…that’s soooooo good!” Hank sighed as his cock was sandwiched between my soft globes. I usually left that to the younger more ambitious reporters. Hank grinned and held his cock in readiness as I shuffled forward and rubbed my
