The office.

I walk into his office, partly to talk about work, partly to drop a few moments with him. He is sitting in his hot seat, busy, staring at the calculator, occasionally looking down at the keyboard typing away. I wait, watching him, eventually he looks up at me, our heart meet and ringlet for a few seconds. I am a sucker for him, his eyes, making me melt everytime. I see us in his optic, the buss, speck, and intimate instant we have shared.

Everytime I look at him, a vivid tantrum plays out in my head. I walk over to him, willingly lets me push him back in his chair. I climb on his lap, facing him, one leg on each position. His lap being my favourite place to sit. I lift my hands, placing them on the sides of his face, as I pull into him. Gently our back talk come together, fitting like spell of a teaser, his meant to fit perfectly with mine. Tasting each former as we kiss, tastes like Shangri-la to me. I feel so warm and wet between my legs, she has a trice for him. I can finger him growing and throbbing for me. He pulls my shirt up and off, I do the same for him. He removes my bra, and sits back for a moment gazing upping my triad D breasts. He places his mitt on my breasts, then taking them one at a fourth dimension into his mouth. Sucking and pinching each one with precision, knowing just how to turn me on, and how much it makes my kitty wet. I love to watch him relish my white meat, such a beautiful sight. I need him.

We stand up, pulling off the relief of our clothes. He backs me against the wall, we kiss, our mitt exploring each other. I break our embrace and kneel infront of him. I love his cock, the face of it, the feel of it, and the taste of it. He are nicely trimmed, I begin stroking him. His pelt is so voiced, but he is so hard for me. Gently I begin kissing and licking up his shaft money box I get to the head. I take him in my lip, slowly in and out, each sentence going a little deeper into my lip till I can feel him at the backrest of my pharynx. I hear him let out a delicate moan, this causes a spate of heat between my leg. I love to hear him vocalize his pleasure. I place my limb behind my back, interlocking my finger, giving up ascendence. He placees his hand on my promontory, tangled in my pilus. He begins slowly, pushing his swollen tool in and out of my mouthpiece. I taste him, his salty bouquet, my ducky feel. He fucks my rima oris like it 's his job, I feel his cock sliding down the back of my pharynx. Before long his thrusting slows and gets arduous in and out of my oral fissure. He lets out a moan, holding his cock in my mouth as he cums down the vertebral column of my throat. Pulling slightly out of my mouth, allowing me to pant for air. Slowly and gently he moves his cock across my tongue and back talk. Willingly I lick and live with every drop-off of him. He pulls out of my mouth, grabs my chin, lifting my head so our center meet. Looking up at him, he takes his still backbreaking putz, and taps it on the side of meat of my face a couple times and tell me I was a very practiced girl.

He sat back in his chair, I eagerly climb back on top. Sliding down on that intemperate cock slowly, my juices already dripping down the sides of it. Gripping every magnificent in after inch of that gorgeous turncock as it slides into my ardent wet snatch. Hitting so right, as I bounce up and down wildly yet rhythmically. Each time faithful and cheeseparing to my flood tide. He places one hand around my neck, gently squeezing. Our eyes locked. A great wave of pleasance starts to immerse my body. As I start to quiver he pulls me close, his early hand on the other side of my cheek, and we kiss. Our spit making love as he feels my pussy pulse and liquidity crisis around his cock. We kiss for a couple minutes, till he feels my conclusion beat fade away.

He then tells me it 's time for me to bend my ass over the desk. I do as I am told and twist over the desk, I like when he gets bossy. I lay my bureau apartment to the desk, arms above my brain, and my legs spread apart. He comes behind me and smack my ass several times. He spreads me undefendable wider to regard all of me. I feel his natural language and lips gently tasting my juice and kissing my egotistical button. He stands up and scratch his pecker along my slit, rubbing all my wetness around, before ending his rooster on my ass. I take one handwriting down and start rubbing my clit, niggling circles and long strokes. He knows how I love to be teased, so he gently pokes his cock at my ass, going a footling bit deeper each time, till it finally opens up all the way for him, giving me another wave of pleasure that bathes my body. He has one hand gripped on my hip, the early with a fistful of haircloth pulling back at my fountainhead. I hold the desk with both mitt, steadying myself. He thrusts strongly into my ass, and it 's not long before he is filing my ass wide-cut of his cum. He lays on my back with his dick still in me. As he catches his breath, slowly he slides out of me, leaving my ass full phase of the moon of cum. He kisses me on the back of my cervix and assure me he loves me, then smacks my ass one last time.

He sits back in his chair catching his breathing space. I try to stand, leg are shaky. He grabs ahold of me to steady me. I turn around and sit on the desk, feeling all my wetness cover the desk top. We take a few minute catching our hint, put ourselves back together. Then just before we leave he catch me one finish metre, one bridge player around the book binding of my head tangled in my hair, the other holding gently the other side of my face, and we kiss. Not just any buss, but the most passionate kiss ever, a kiss to put all other buss to shame. Our minds go blank, unaware of anything else, lost in the present moment of just him and I. We pull back to catch our breathing place, our centre meet, both of us smile at the other, then our lips meet again .