His reflection’s on my screen, washing my twenty-stories-up window.
We both deserved a work break.
Skirt and panties fell. Balancing my forehead on my desk, I jutted my ass towards him. Fingers spread my cheeks, teasing my naughty hole.
Like what you see, window-man?
I grabbed my plug. Pussy spat on it and it popped right in.
His window washing stopped.
After ass-fucking myself a few times, I invited my lonely bullet vibe to the party.
Legs trembled… ass quivered… PUSSY SQUIRTED!
Whew! You see that, hon?
Impulsively, I spun around. “Boo!”
His screams trailed off to nothingness.
Oops!
