Peter smiled softly at her, "come on lets get you dressed again, and buy these dresses," he said softly, his hand moving along her thigh, towards her inner thigh
Peter stepped up behind her as she lent over. He put his hands on her hips, his cock so hard. He rubbed his hard cock against her butt, feeling her panties against him. "or..." he began lightly.
@ A Drop On the Window Grace breathed when she felt him press against her ass. Her panties were soaked with arousal. “Here?” She asked softly. She was so turned on by the idea.
Peter moaned softly, feeling her wetness. "It is a thought," he said softly. He gently reached forward and slipped her panties down, the smell of her arousal hitting the air
Peter smiled at her eagerness. He rubbed at her sex from his position behind her. He lent down, "do you think you can keep it down?" He asked softly as he slipped his fingers into her.
Peter smirked as she reached for the wall. He thrust himself into her gently. She felt so good around him, it had been years since he'd been with a woman. He moaned softly, and pushed her harder against the wall.
Peter thrust deeper into her, moaning softly. He held her hips as he sped up his thrusts. She felt so good around him, he lent down and whispered in her ear, "I could get used to this," he admitted
@ A Drop On the Window Grace moaned softly as she tried to keep quiet. She got lost in the pleasure. “Me too daddy” she whimpered softly. Lust clouded her mind. His cock felt so good.
@ A Drop On the Window Grace kept her hands against the wall, keeping her steady as she kept her moans quiet. She was starting to get close as well, tightening around him. “Me too” she whimpered softly.
Peter gasped as he continued to thrust into her, riding out his orgasm. He slipped his cock from her, looking down at it dripping with a mixture of their juices.