I walk through the door, throw my work bag on the floor.
The door slams shut behind me, walls shudder.
My cortex is chaotic, irritation high.
A day of professional smiles, the mask is heavy.
I retreat, my bedroom calls, my pussy pleads to purge the pressure.
Discarding my dress, I peel down my panties, raising them to inhale my scent.
Resting against the mattress, fingers pinch my pink nipples, twisting and stretching.
My fingers urgently lower; this deadline declares its urgency.
Pushing between my glistening lips, shudders ripple as fingers circle.
Legs part wider, my hand rises to land its stinging slap.
The rush of blood awakens my mind, fog clearing, focus returning.
Two fingers slide inside, deeper. My need overwhelming.
My hips grind up meeting each thrust. Body writhing, back arching.
Moans turn to growls, arousal peaks. I’m teetering on the edge.
My pussy spasms, my body bucks. I unravel in ecstasy.
Fingers slide from inside my cunt. Cum drips from my fingers.
Over my sternum, I trace O-O-O in my velvety cream.
My out of office is on. Today’s filing, complete.
