Paul takes charge

Robin reached down and gently stroked Paul's slick, hard cock. She captured his fleshy cockhead between her fingers and lightly squeezed. "Alex always talls me that you're a 'take charge' guy", Robin teased. "Why don't you show me what you're made of!"

Paul didn't waste a moment. He grabbed Robin and pulled her over to the back of the couch in the living room. Bending the woman over the back of the couch so that her face rested on the soft cushions, Paul **** himself between her legs. He spread her thighs. He grabbed his cock and guided it to the slick slit.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Robin cried out as Paul's cock rammed fulled into her pussy.

Paul pulled all the way back. He drove into his partner's wife again - hard! Again, he pulled back. Again, he rammed his cock home. Time after time he plowed into Robin's hot, hungry pussy. The couch rocked as Paul fucked Robin with total and complete abandon. Robin's body stiffened. Waves of pleasure rocked her. She came again.

Paul never slowed down, never eased up. He fucked her over and over, harder and harder. Finally, he slammed into Robin and leaned over her back. Robin could feel the flow of hot cum filling her pussy.

Paul stood up. His cock slipped from Robin's well-fucked pussy. "I have to get some papers to a client, he spoke calmly as he dressed. "I'm going to call Heather (his young wife) and tell her that you are coming over for dinner. Make sure your nanny knows you would be home until tomorrow. Be at my house by seven!"

Paul walked out the front door. Robin looked at the clock. It was almost five. The two workers were still out by the pool. Her fingers began stroking her pussy as cum oozed from her slit.