The fear of the zipper on my faded blue jeans catching my
flesh vanished the very second she pulled her pants down and offered herself to
me. Our breaths held as I laid my hand
against her thigh for support while guiding myself past her lace and into her hot
silken need. As I began to thrust into
her she moaned approval and asked me for more.
Our flirted coworker infatuation had ended up with us both in dark room
just past days end trying to sate our hunger before we went home to our boring
significant others.
Photo Title: I'm Your Toy
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Greta Moro
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