My Boss In My Ass While His Wife Drives : Anal Brats 6 (Anal Sex Erotica): Anal Brats, #6

By Kimmy Welsh

It feels like Mr. Franklin's wife is driving us all around the state to pick up the garden supplies for their restaurant!

He's forced into the backseat to make way for a plant and I wind up sat on his lap to free up more space.  I start to feel something growing in his pants and I'm smitten by the notion of him getting excited because of me.  When his wife leaves the two of us alone we go crazy, but he wants much more than I thought!  Read as he puts himself somewhere naughty!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kimmy Welsh
• Release date: Apr 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393546214

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As a further act of defiance I started to ease my ass up off Mr. Franklin’s lap.  I pulled my panties across my ass and then reached beneath for his hard cock.

Steadily—and quietly—I searched it out beneath me and took a grip of him.  I washed the hard tip of him back and forth over my petals, opening me right up.  Slowly I dropped back down over him, feeling his forbidden cock ease slowly through the tight muscle of my pussy.

I dropped down onto him and bit at my fist, trying hard not to yell out.  His dick was huge, stretching me just wide enough for a pang of pain to ripple through me, although it wasn’t unwelcome.  It was more of a reminder of the feat I’d achieved in squeezing him in my pussy.  It turned out that greater feats were to be achieved that day.

Mrs. Franklin turned off the free-way again and winded through the streets until the buildings became less dense.  The entire way I sat on his cock, rocking gently on every pot-hole.  I was drooling all over him and his stiffness never waned.  My pussy kept him in a tight grip, as though it didn’t want to let him go.

This time his wife was driving down the pocked back-streets of an old industrial park.  The place looked almost deserted.

Where are you taking us, honey? he asked.

A friend of mine sells sculptures down here, she said.  I think they might look good by the fountain.

Mr. Franklin held his tongue again.  Whatever she was planning didn’t sound cheap.  I looked back at him and gave him a naughty grin, squeezing my ass together and grinding on his cock to make him feel better.  He smirked back and shook his head.  I think he was kind of impressed by how naughty I could be.

I squeezed my ass-cheeks together again but this time he held me up off him with a hand.  I thought that