She bent over, pressed against his
desk, skirt pulled up and resting above her thick thighs. Her legs spread just
far enough apart, panties slipped to the side, wet, glistening and ready for
him. It was about damn time she thought as she looked back at him
hungrily. They played a game of words,
daring each other for months, until something had to give. His zipper dropped allowing his obvious need
to taste the cool office air. He looked
back one more time ensuring his door was locked and entered her slowly. She looked back smiling and moaned “finally”.
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