plightofsabine
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By the time Suri had managed to get straightened out and get past the door, she was aching. The slap to her rear only exacerbated the issue, but then, there was so much more going on between what her head was saying and what her body was clearly agreeing with. She took in a deep, slow breath and headed for the ladies room.
Once inside, Suri pulled her skirt up a bit and peeled the now soaked panties off and tossed them into the waste receptacle. She growled out to herself. DAMN it. There was no way she was going to manage coming to work every day and run around in soaked panties.
The alternative…having the results of her excitement run down her inner thighs.
She groaned under her breath.
She pulled her skirt up further and slipped her ass onto the cool counter between the sinks, leaning against the mirror. She spread her lovely toned legs and slipped her fingers down across her awakened nub and further down to her lust-soaked pussy lips. There then, in front of the audience of empty stalls, she stroked her excited flesh, working it until the orgasm peaked. She bit down on her lips desperate to keep from crying out, her nectar dripping down her ass.
When she had sufficiently recovered, she slipped from the counter, cleaned herself up, and straightened up her skirt. Maybe now she wouldn’t be so hell bent with begging for his cock. It was almost a foolish thought.
Suri finally made it upstairs to the 3D printer, though she had taken her time getting there. With a healthy flush still in her cheeks, she needed the time to bring herself back into check. The software for the printer was good, and it didn’t take long for her to get acquainted with the setup. As it were, the 3D printers had come a long way since their first introduction. She pulled up file after file, looking through designs, wondering what Joesph would have in mind.
Once inside, Suri pulled her skirt up a bit and peeled the now soaked panties off and tossed them into the waste receptacle. She growled out to herself. DAMN it. There was no way she was going to manage coming to work every day and run around in soaked panties.
The alternative…having the results of her excitement run down her inner thighs.
She groaned under her breath.
She pulled her skirt up further and slipped her ass onto the cool counter between the sinks, leaning against the mirror. She spread her lovely toned legs and slipped her fingers down across her awakened nub and further down to her lust-soaked pussy lips. There then, in front of the audience of empty stalls, she stroked her excited flesh, working it until the orgasm peaked. She bit down on her lips desperate to keep from crying out, her nectar dripping down her ass.
When she had sufficiently recovered, she slipped from the counter, cleaned herself up, and straightened up her skirt. Maybe now she wouldn’t be so hell bent with begging for his cock. It was almost a foolish thought.
Suri finally made it upstairs to the 3D printer, though she had taken her time getting there. With a healthy flush still in her cheeks, she needed the time to bring herself back into check. The software for the printer was good, and it didn’t take long for her to get acquainted with the setup. As it were, the 3D printers had come a long way since their first introduction. She pulled up file after file, looking through designs, wondering what Joesph would have in mind.