When I sit at my desk, writing words on my keys, she comes in and says goodnight. I look up at her, the face I know so well, smile and wait for her to come up to me for a kiss. It's always the same thing in a comforting way. No, not always. Sometimes she is wearing her red flimsy corset and smells of soap, her body warm from a bath. Then I know she wants a bonking. I push away the desktop from the top of the desk, clear the papers and she takes off her gown and lies down in front of me, her legs dangling from the side, she spreads them and shows her freshly shaved and swollen pussy for me, waits for my reaction and I kneel in front of her and taste her, I kiss her and taste the cleanness and the love fluids magically appearing from no-where. I please her, I rub her little pearl with my tongue until she comes, a finger or two inside her, and then I stand up, pull down my pants and fuck her, she screams and wants it hard, I fuck her harder, I love to see her breasts swaying from the force, to see my cock in her and I can't stop...