Here I unceremoniously dump her face down on the Emperor sized, four poster bed and strips off my clothes. Standing only in her silky white panties with garters holding up stockings and high heels, she can see in the mirror the picture she makes. Arousal. Then something unexpected happened. She tries to fight the sexual hunger that gnawed at her, but no matter how hard she tries, each one of my thrusts lured more arousal from her. She climaxed. As terrifying as my reputation was, it was the memory of a particular society page article that made her heart skip a beat. Pain knocking at the door of her cervix, begging to get in. She doesn’t know if it is the perversity of the situation. Each time I grunted from the effort, another wave of pain washed over her. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Callously, I order her to do a little turn for me. Pleased that I’d at least got what I wanted, I slowly pull out to the tip. After the longest three seconds of her life, she again feels my cock head make contact with her labia. One thrust and I’m again buried inside her. Once there and the door closes, I press the executive button to the top floor and push her back against the wall.
