You come into my office. I'm alone. I take my eyes off the computer, look at you absently, nod my head slightly in greeting, and get back to work. You come to me
- Can I help you?
Thanks, I can handle myself.
You look at the monitor and put your hand on the back of my chair.
Suddenly you realize that you catch my scent. He is pleasant and familiar to you. It is the almost impalpable scent of a woman. The blood immediately rushes to your face, and you blush, embarrassed. I see your embarrassment, it pleases me.
You are looking down on me. A lace bra shows through my blouse, and the open collar reveals such an alluring hollow of my chest. The hem of the skirt reveals my stockinged knees. Mmmm... Excitement runs through you in a wave and sinks in a warm, pulsing lump down your stomach.
I lean back and touch my fingers with my back. The current runs through your body and mine. You move towards me and touch the member of my shoulder, which is bulging under the trousers. Oh what a moment!
Lust, thirst for you and fear that you will pull away are intertwined in a tight knot. Your hand slides up my back up my neck and into my hair at the back of my head. I wince and arch my back. You see how my legs spread wide, lift up my skirt, which reveals my thighs in wide lace stockings. A moan of voluptuousness escapes from my heaving chest, as if I've been waiting for this moment.
Strange. Everything that happened in a second, stretched for me into a sweet eternity. My God, what are you doing to me! You press harder against me and the other hand is on my left chest. How gentle she is! You tilt my head back and bite your lips into mine. Your tongue caresses my mouth and my tongue. Your demanding hand, just squeezing my chest, slides down my thigh, penetrating between my legs. Ahhh. How hot it is for me! Do you feel, honey, that my panties are already wet?
You lift me sharply with my back to you and tilt me over the table. You pull off my panties, lift up my skirt, and spread my legs. Moments later, your cock jumped out of your unbuttoned trousers and runs along the pussy lips, pushing them apart. You feel their juiciness and heat. From the touch of his impulse, like an electric shock, runs through me and is transferred to you. Ooooh... that's the sweetest moment when we're ready. When the gates of my castle of pleasures opened before your messenger of tenderness and passion, and he froze in admiration from the opened treasury.
Is there a force that can stop you at this moment?
No, no and NO! And you push, you just push, because you can’t do otherwise, your hot penis into me as far as my expiring bosom allows you to do it. Having penetrated to the end, you freeze with pleasure. My vagina is pulsingly compressing your shaft. Moans of voluptuousness, like the sweetest music, accompany the miracle of our impetuous intercourse, and our single body sways in the sea of passion. Oh how I've been waiting for this. You make several dozen smooth and strong pushes. You're overwhelmed just like me. You whisper... God, woman, how beautiful you are! You do not restrain yourself, although you understand that you need to be strong, but passion has already overwhelmed you. And now your sperm is mixed with the juice of my orgasm. Yes, let it be moments, but aren't there moments that you wait for life and that are worth life itself? These are the moments! Your cock is slipping out of me. You gently kiss my sweat-drenched back. Our bodies still shudder in unison with pleasure. And here we are sweetly frozen.
- Thank you, honey. - You whisper or mentally pronounce.
- Thanks, dear. Do you hear my exhalation or thought...