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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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A smile crept across his face as he moved across the room and positioned himself between my legs. Leaning close to me, I could feel his erection pressing against me, a wave of excitement rushing through me as I felt myself dampen. His lips were so close to my ear, his voice barely a whisper as he told me 'there is no going back now, your my slutty girl for as long as I want you'. The warm breath on my neck and hearing him call me a slut spurred me on to arch my back, pressing the soft flesh of my breasts into his chest and grinding my aching pussy against his cock. That move was his undoing, he grabbed me by the waist dragged me off the desk and pushed me against the wall. His hand wrapped around my throat, he kissed me, deeply, passionately, his tongue delving deep into my mouth, feeling my knees weaken as he claimed me ... In that kiss I knew I would do anything to please him. Keeping a firm hold of my neck he traced his free fingers down the side of my face, along my neck, over my chest and along the soft swell of my breasts, lingering slightly at the gathering of material nestled in my clevage. The hand grasping my neck started to follow the same trail until he had both my breasts cupped in his hands. With one swift, fluid movement he tore the shirt open, slipped it over my shoulders and unhooked my bra as the shirt fell in a heap on the floor. With one hand on each shoulder he eased my bra straps down and pulled it off, releasing my 42DD breasts. He stepped back to admire the view, me leaning against the wall wearing a tiny skirt and hold ups, my breath catching in my throat as he licked his lips and and I knew exactly what was coming next. |
