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By *towman OP Man 3 days ago
Stowmarket |
Working alone, just the 2 of us,at the weekend you notice my eyes wander to your tights clad inner thigh, as your dress rides up, sat in your chair. You smile and blush before looking me right in the eyes and asking if CNC means anything to me. I play it carefully and ask what it means to you. When we realise we are on the same page we agree for it to happen before the weekend is over. I notice you are slightly on edge when I am near or behind you, so I prolong anything happening. On Sunday afternoon you offer to make a cup of tea and head down the corridor to the kitchen. I follow you, making sure to not make a sound and staying far enough behind you don't notice. When I walk through the door my timing is perfect. You are bent over reaching into a low cupboard. I reach out both hands, placing one over your mouth while the other lifts your dress and pulls down your tights, to reveal the beautiful wide, round arse I have admired for so long. You gasp and let out a long moaning sigh as my hand explores your arse, up your inner thigh and feels your hot, shockingly wet pussy. You tremble as I gently rub your clit. My fingers now so wet from you, I put them in your mouth so you can taste yourself. You push back slightly as I undo my trousers and my cock slides effortlessly into your tight wet pussy. Bent over the worktop I grab your beautiful wide hips and thrust back and forth, your moans and sighs building, your knees weakening and trembling. I feel your pussy tighten and pulsate as you reach orgasum, making my cock quiver and cum deep inside you. I playfully pat your arse, you pull up your knickers and tights and ask again if I want a cup of tea. |
