Kneeling at your desk, I slide hands from hips to beasts, firmly messaging the flesh. I suck a nipple, lisp shiny with wetness trailed from you’re slippery pussy. A sign escapes when teeth connect and nip. A hiss.
The bugle strains my underwear. I’m dying to hike your pencil skirt, peel panties aside, and bury my cock in your fiery count.
I expect the affect I’m having will trigger your organism, hands tugging my head between supple thighs to finish you.
You reach passed me instead. Strike a red line through my manuscript. Scrawl: Try Harder, and push me away.
