Grateful for a Private Office

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She heard the subtle buzz of her phone going off on her desk and looked to see who’s name was lighting up her screen. A hint of a smile spread across her face when she read his name. She had been a bit bold and sent a digital care package of sorts, and was extremely pleased with the thank you in return. There before her eyes, was a picture that made her instantly wet and almost panting. Good god he was sexy, and still probably didn’t understand how hot he truly made her. Hidden from her view behind those damn briefs was what she desired most to touch. all she wanted was to wrap her hands around it, knowing they were too small to fully reach around, and pull it closer to her. To stroke and touch that velvet tip. As she thought about this, her tongue couldn’t help but slide out and lick her lips as she imagined snaking it around his rod ram cock. Mmm… a tiny moan escapes her lips as she thinks about what she wants to do to him.

Grateful for a private office, she sits and stares at his picture as her own velvety softness continues to dampen. How the hell does he do this to her? Always the question she asks herself due to the fact that one single picture can make her slick with wetness. tuzla escort Goosebumps appear on her arms, as her heart rate has risen and her body reacts to her wandering thoughts. Pulling her sweater tighter against the chill, she accidentally brushes across her nipple which is standing pert, asking for attention. oops…shouldn’t encourage anything. She is at work, and supposed to be hard at it. Instead she finds her hand sliding up and down her thigh, to warm up she tells herself. As her nails travel lightly up and down her thigh, the shivers continue which causes the sweater pull, which tugs at her diamond hard nips. Round and round she finds herself slowly working herself up, all while looking at his delicious member begging to be let out to play. She has traced his outline over and over with thoughts becoming more and more dirty flowing from her mind. before she knows it her finger tips have gone from brushing to purposely pushing against herself. oh god, she needed to relieve this pressure… maybe if she were quiet enough, with her office door closed, music loud she could give in to the pleasure she was desperate for.

Damn him, she thinks, as she hikes her skirt up her pendik escort thighs, allowing her hand just to quickly graze her silk covered lips. Slightly alarmed with how wet they truly were, her touch begins to explore more than she was supposed to. Just a little rub, just a little touch, just a bit of pressure to relieve some of this pent up feeling. ooohhh fuck, it felt so good, and the more she rubs the more her panties become soaked. Clearly there was no use for them anymore, and she slides them down her creamy white legs. Now the air was able to caress her swollen mound which made her arch her back and plunge her fingers deep into her pussy. There was no more messing around, there was a need burning deep in her that needed to be extinguished with her own juices. She began to build a rhythm with her finger and slide a second in, imagining his hands on her. His fingers penetrating her body, his cock impatiently waiting its turn. her thumb reaches up and presses lightly on her clit, making slow lazy circles as the rest of her hand pushes back and forth spreading her pussy lips more and more open.

Thoughts of him flutter through her mind and her other hand comes up to cup one aydınlı escort of her tits and squeezes. Bringing that hand to her mouth she lathers her fingers with her tongue and takes them back down to surround a very sensitive nipple. sliding back and forth across, she pinches it tight and pulls away from her body. She can feel herself building as she assaults all of her nerve endings at once. Over and over she circles, wets, and rubs herself. All thoughts on him being on and in her body, as she climbs higher and higher trying to reach the peak of her build. It comes down on her like a millions small bursts of light and fire. All too much for her body to handle and her climax hits her wave after wave. A river of sweet sticky cum pours out of her and she tries to contain it in her hands while trying to catch her breath.

She pants heavy and is finally able to fully relax her body against her office chair. Sitting there splayed for all to see washed in a glow of serotonin, she realizes once more she is still at work. Climbing out of her chair, there is a dampness that will take some time to dry out. Putting herself back together, she licks her fingers to clean them, enjoying the slight tanginess of it all. Taking one last look at the photo, she tucks her phone away and begins once again to sort through her work…all with that slight sly smile on her face. Yes, this had turned out to be a very productive day indeed.

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