I just kept fucking, and spanking and she kept coming. So I lashed out with my right hand and slapped her. xxx The elevator gave little sensation of movement as it started upward. “Well, Ma’am, I have no clue. “Good idea,” She said. God, please hit me.”
And I hit her, on the side of the face, with my open hand. Her hands were roaming again, running down the front of my chest, across my stomach, and down to rub my throbbing cock through the front of my shorts. She was visibly sweating, despite the cool temperature of the car, and her eyes flicked back and forth around the spacious elevator. She seemed to lose her little remaining composure while she wrenched at the heavy security doors. It doesn’t look good for potential clients to see us lowly janitors, oh, sorry, maintenance engineers, wheeling their carts
