He fucks you like this for severalmoments and then fucks you on the desk on your side. He picks you up andbends you over the desk and takes you standi...ng, too. The slapping of hisheavy balls against the opening of your ass is sometimes the only sound.The dialogue is simple: lots of "Take it, slut" from him and "Oh, yeah,oh yes" from you, the perfect office slut. Finally, he lays you on thedesk on your back again. His sweat dripping onto your face as he poundsyou mercilessly. He puts your fishnet. Let me try to help. Let's do it in easy steps. You've got an air ticket, right?" Yes." When's it for?" Thursday." What time do you get in?" I'm not sure." Well, when you get off, look it up and email me the information: the flight and the time, especially. I'll come pick you up. OK?" Yes." And you'll have a couple of nice days in Perth?" I guess so." Have you been in touch with anyone at ECU?" No." Well, phone some of your friends." I don't have any friends." Well, you used to. Use the phone.". You hold my lower proportion down and continue to lick my juices. My fingers slide through that curly hair of yours and knot them in that tangled hot mess. I assume that felt good, because you plunge two fingers inside of me.“Uhhhhn!!!” I moan. The moans won’t stop coming, but that just adds fuel the fire.“More?” you ask taking a break. My answer is a simple shake of the head. As I watch you frown down at me disappointed I feel bad. I’m not pushing you away, not like you think. And just to. He just grinned, but took my free hand to lay it on the front of his jeans. I pressed hard against the lump and said, “Hot bone here, too.” “I’ll bring it back soon,” he promised, and I grinned back, giving him a final squeeze. And he was back soon. Sitting on the stool next to me, he turned mine to face him and unbuttoned his jeans. I eyed the bulge there as he leaned back and swung the seat side to side suggestively. “Have you eaten anything today?” he asked with a smile. “No, I haven’t,” I.