 Insatiable bimbo getting ****ed in the office
"I think you need more that 'office' assistance from me"
"You do, do you?" she stopped in front of my knees. Shoulders square to me, feet apart so her legs made a strong A up to that perfect waist. I was reclined slightly, my knees apart. Open body language.
"Yes. You've been stressed lately." She spoke softly, directly. Her hands came to my knees and we locked eyes. "I know you're not dating anyone. So I think you need a release." Her voice had lowered to a whisper, her mouth was inches from my ear.
"Is that right?" My hand reached to her waist, thumb in front, fingers behind, grasping her hip. I guided here into my lap, her weight on my left leg. She leaned back slightly and raised her right knee to her chest. The boot's heal between my legs on the chair, she stroked from her toes up her calf. Her skirt fell back towards her pelvis bone.
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