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"And that should do it for the Peterson proposal," I concluded. "Good work, Sanna."
The blonde sitting in front of my desk smiled at the compliment. I smiled back; there was something infectiously cheerful about her that I couldn't resist.
Her smile wavered a moment as a bit of discomfort washed over her face. She closed her eyes and stretched in the chair. The movement drew my eyes to other aspects of Sanna that I couldn't resist.
She wore her usual businesses attire: bright colored silk blouse and a black, knee-length skirt. As she twisted her torso, the blouse's buttons gapped slightly as her breasts strained against the fabric. Sanna had always been busty, but midway into her pregnancy, her bosom had expanded dramatically. Her twin orbs seemed determined to outpace the growing swell of her belly and had thusfar succeeded. The bulge of her womb rode high on her abdomen, so she still had a waist before the very feminine hips below. That flared into a very round ass and thick thighs, a side-effect of college athleticism that she'd maintained into her thirties.
Now was hardly the first time I'd thought about the possibilities if things were otherwise. Impaling this blonde Swedish beauty atop my big black cock and fucking her senseless was a familiar fantasy. To be honest, her being pregnant only turned me on more. But she was married and seemingly happily, so I'd kept such illicit ideas to myself.
Fortunately I was well-practiced at concealing impure thoughts about beautiful married co-workers, so I showed her nothing but concern when her eyes fluttered open. I stepped around from my desk and sat down on the front edge.
"Muscle cramp?" I inquired, nodding towards the picture of my wife on my desk. "When Marie was first pregnant, her lower back and upper thighs would tense up if she sat in a chair for too long. Or is it something else? I know pregnancy can be tough at times."
"And that should do it for the Peterson proposal," I concluded. "Good work, Sanna."
The blonde sitting in front of my desk smiled at the compliment. I smiled back; there was something infectiously cheerful about her that I couldn't resist.
Her smile wavered a moment as a bit of discomfort washed over her face. She closed her eyes and stretched in the chair. The movement drew my eyes to other aspects of Sanna that I couldn't resist.
She wore her usual businesses attire: bright colored silk blouse and a black, knee-length skirt. As she twisted her torso, the blouse's buttons gapped slightly as her breasts strained against the fabric. Sanna had always been busty, but midway into her pregnancy, her bosom had expanded dramatically. Her twin orbs seemed determined to outpace the growing swell of her belly and had thusfar succeeded. The bulge of her womb rode high on her abdomen, so she still had a waist before the very feminine hips below. That flared into a very round ass and thick thighs, a side-effect of college athleticism that she'd maintained into her thirties.
Now was hardly the first time I'd thought about the possibilities if things were otherwise. Impaling this blonde Swedish beauty atop my big black cock and fucking her senseless was a familiar fantasy. To be honest, her being pregnant only turned me on more. But she was married and seemingly happily, so I'd kept such illicit ideas to myself.
Fortunately I was well-practiced at concealing impure thoughts about beautiful married co-workers, so I showed her nothing but concern when her eyes fluttered open. I stepped around from my desk and sat down on the front edge.
"Muscle cramp?" I inquired, nodding towards the picture of my wife on my desk. "When Marie was first pregnant, her lower back and upper thighs would tense up if she sat in a chair for too long. Or is it something else? I know pregnancy can be tough at times."