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mulls1000
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Office Play
My eyes falling upon your black stilettos, the heel accentuating your black stocking clad, toned and sculpted legs. Eyes following the contours of your delicious pins, as you twist on your seat, your dark office suit skirt riding that bit higher up your thigh, enough to expose the intricate lace tops of your stockings that cling to your beautiful legs. A white blouse tucked in, yet tight enough to tease the eyes further, the curves beneath, your lacy bra pressing up through the blouse material. Your smouldering eyes falling upon me, consumed by you, the playful pout of your lips as you know full well you have me under your spell.
And when others have left, the simmering tension that has built through the day, exploding into life, passionate and raw. Lips meeting, tongues thrashing, as paperwork is swept from the desk in a wild, rampant need. Blouse buttons popped, clothes half ripped from heaving bodies in sinful desire, your legs soon looped over my shoulders, the heel of your stilettoes digging into my back. I feel your fingers gripping tufts of my hair pulling me onto you as you crave as much as I need.
My mouth buried between your thighs, my touch assured and sensual, working you into a frenzy as I gorge on your weeping cunt, tongue skilfully driving you towards that magical edge. Hips rolling in unison, my tongue dancing and darting, teasing your slick wetness and worshipping your engorged, sensitive bud. Your body on fire, ragged panting merge with a constant whimper, your moans reaching a crescendo .....
My eyes falling upon your black stilettos, the heel accentuating your black stocking clad, toned and sculpted legs. Eyes following the contours of your delicious pins, as you twist on your seat, your dark office suit skirt riding that bit higher up your thigh, enough to expose the intricate lace tops of your stockings that cling to your beautiful legs. A white blouse tucked in, yet tight enough to tease the eyes further, the curves beneath, your lacy bra pressing up through the blouse material. Your smouldering eyes falling upon me, consumed by you, the playful pout of your lips as you know full well you have me under your spell.
And when others have left, the simmering tension that has built through the day, exploding into life, passionate and raw. Lips meeting, tongues thrashing, as paperwork is swept from the desk in a wild, rampant need. Blouse buttons popped, clothes half ripped from heaving bodies in sinful desire, your legs soon looped over my shoulders, the heel of your stilettoes digging into my back. I feel your fingers gripping tufts of my hair pulling me onto you as you crave as much as I need.
My mouth buried between your thighs, my touch assured and sensual, working you into a frenzy as I gorge on your weeping cunt, tongue skilfully driving you towards that magical edge. Hips rolling in unison, my tongue dancing and darting, teasing your slick wetness and worshipping your engorged, sensitive bud. Your body on fire, ragged panting merge with a constant whimper, your moans reaching a crescendo .....