Dismissed staff unaware, but Adam knew: Sophia wore no panties below.
That before alighting; Sophia pulled him coquettishly, saying below sticky and wet, uncomfortable, wanted to remove panties.
Then she did.
"Where is it?" Sophia turned left right searching, not finding.
"Maybe in the cabinet?" She murmured, bending to open the bottom door.
That ass is so perky, the two cheeks perfectly shaped, like peaches.
If skirt hem slid more, her perky white peach buttocks would show; maybe the panty-less little pussy too. Adam remembered that pretty view, the penis gripped tight upon insertion, his wife truly so fuckable.
Thus chest desire roiled intensely again; Adam closed eyes. Finally unseen that tempting back, but he regretted: why in the past two years not seize chances to wantonly make love with her?
"Click."
Overhead lights extinguished; Sophia puzzledly looked up, about to ask power outage, embraced from behind by a strong arm.
Adam's voice: "Sophia, I can't wait."
"Ah!"
