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I look over at you and smile. You’re sat at a table, cradling a glass of chardonnay in your lap and gently playing with your perfect hair. You look amazing and I know I want to feel your perfect body. I want to make love to you for the first time tonight, I need to. The casual suit you’re wearing makes you look fantastic, overshadowing all the other women at the office party. Your male assistant comes over and offers you a dance, which you gently decline. He still smiles, even after rejection. He wants you too.
We all do.
I slide myself into the chair next to you and put one hand on your thigh and one finger one your perfect lips, telling you not to worry.
“I want you,” I say, in a deep and primal growl.
“I know,” you say back. “They all do. What makes you any different?”
“I’m the boss’s son.” You smile seductively, you love a man with power. I give your thigh a quick spank.
I can see you like it. “Want some more?” I ask. You slowly nod, entranced. “My office is on the top floor.”
“We can’t leave the party,” you say.
“Says who?” I grab you by the hand and lead you secretly out of the hall and into the lift.
Firmly, I throw you against the elevator wall and run my hand down your curvatious side, squeezing your perfect bottom. I kiss you, nibbling and exploring kilis escort your mouth before I pull away. You growl like a leopard in heat. You’re loving every minute of it. I can feel my cock hardening already.
The lift doors ring open and I run through, half dragging you by the hand into my office. You pull off your jacket and throw it onto the floor without a second thought so that you can open up your blouse in a single stroke. Your breasts are more wonderful than I could have ever imagined, even still encased in your designer bra.
I am drooling like an animal in anticipation. You lie down on my empty desk, hoist up your tight skirt (the one that makes your thighs look amazing) and slip off your matching knickers. I look between your legs and groan with pleasure. Your cunt is so wet with anticipation, your clit is exposed, waiting.
“Look with your hands, not with your eyes,” you say.
“With pleasure,” I reply. I slip off my jacket and practically rip off your skirt. “I need an all access pass, Kitten.” I begin to feel you, rubbing my hand round in circles. It is soon sopping with pussy juice. The noises you are making are resulting in my cock fighting to escape the confines of my trousers.
You breath heavily from the pressure of my touch and groan kırklareli escort and sigh as you pre climax.
“More,” you say, eyes closed, mouth panting. “Give me more!”
“As you wish.” I remove my shirt, trousers and socks and look over at you, stretched out on my desk in your unbuttoned blouse, designer bra and expensive hold ups with black lace tops. You look like a fallen angel, panting from the earlier pleasure, rubbing yourself to keep yourself going.
My cock is pressed so hard against my boxers I’m amazed it hasn’t ripped them.
“You must be so hard,” you say, drooling.
“You must be so wet,” is my reply.
You open your legs amazingly wide on the desk and your pussy juices form a small pool on the wood. You groan again, still amazingly aroused and ready.
I kneel down on the desk and begin to lick you, finding my own pleasure from your juices and sounds. I reach up and try to feel your breasts through your bra. If your nipples were any harder, they would pierce the black lace.
“Let me help you,” you say, and remove your bra so quickly it practically flutters to the floor. Now I get the full view of your naked body and my cock is practically vertical in anticipation. I continue licking your cunt, feeling your tits as I do so, karabük escort making you squirm and sing with delight.
Your juices are abundant, they run out the sides of my mouth and over my nose as I nuzzle your pussy. I let go off your breast with my right hand and pump it into you, managing to get all four fingers up there.
You cry out, arching your body up from the intense pleasure.
“More!” you manage to cry out. “More!” I grin. I can’t take it any longer. I push you into my reclining office chair and spread your legs as wide as I can.
“More! Now! Finish me off!” you cry. I pull off my boxers and you look at my cock in surprise and delight. It has never been so hard or so huge.
“Ready?” I ask, my hand around my immense cock. You nod.
“Hurry, big boy!”
I charge at you and thrust myself inside you, using your natural lubricant. You cry out and I withdraw but thrust back in. I’m taking it slower than usual, so that you climax in the best possible way. You croon for more.
“Faster, deeper,” you groan out. “Make it the best ever.”
“Yes, my lady.” I move faster, thrusting against your writhing hips. Your whole body cries out for more and I deliver with deep, fast strokes that send you into an orgasmic flurry.
You cunt suddenly contracts around my immense cock, thrusting us both into orgasm so that you scream out with pleasure and we cum everywhere.
Sighing, but still grinning, we put our clothes back on. Suddenly, your male assistant rushes in.
“Are you alright? I heard screaming.”
“Everything’s fine,” you say, “I just broke a nail.”
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