She’s sitting on my desk when I look up, wearing one of her skirts again, the type that always flash the bottom curve of her ass whenever she walks, making me hard.
“Want to talk about it?” She asks, her nipples showing through her shirt, and I can feel my dick twitch despite myself.
“I have to finish this report, but I can’t seem to get it right,” I tell her, rubbing my temples. “I’m just frustrated.”
“Maybe you need a break.” She says, uncrossing her legs, flashing me her underwear so that I can see her lips beneath them.
Before I know what’s happening she turns me around and kneels in front of me, undoing my belt in the process.
Her plump lips, warm and wet and lovely, wrap around the base of my cock so tightly that it sends waves of electricity down my spine.
She gives the kind of head that would make any man fall in love.
I pull her by the shoulders to kiss her, to pick her up and lay her down on the desk, never losing contact with her lips. I open her legs for a full view, tracing my thumb down her slit through her underwear before I bury my face in it, surrounding myself in her flesh, in her scent, in her sweet taste.
I take her clit into my mouth hungrily, making circles around it with my tongue.
“Fuck me, Mike,” She half moans.
I shove my dick so far up her cunt that I almost come in that one movement. It’s a rough ride, just the way she likes it. When she comes she squeezes every drop out of me until I am completely hers.
“Want more?” She asks.
“Yes. The report can wait until tomorrow.”