Yes it is…
Yes it is…
Quietly and dutifully she sat. The light fabric of her dress clung to her form. Mocking her taught nipples as she shifted slightly in the back seat next to her co-worker. His subtle fragrance filled the interior, the warmth of his strong frame reverberated down her spin. That all familiar tingle took over her. Drips turned to flow as she felt the the black lace of her thong betray her desire for him. Closing her eyes, slouching slightly in the seat, legs parting gently, her minds eye imaged herself. Dress around her feet, sliding her fingers where they ached to go. Unconsciously she let slip in the softest whisper “fuck me please”. A whisper that turned out not to be as silent as she had thought. As he turned his attention to her, she felt the betraying flush rush up her neck, to her cheeks. There was no escaping him now. Just as she had always wanted.
With warm strong hands, I push your head down on the bed. Firmly gripping your hips, I pull you up at the edge of the bed. Spreading your legs wide, your dew covered flower awaits in beautiful vulnerability. Softly caressing your ass, across your anal bud, down your inner thighs, carefully avoiding contact where you most crave, I delight in the gyrating coo’s sneaking out of you. With a sharp ‘smack’ my hand claps your tender ass, as your yelp makes my thick cock even harder. Slowly I begin to unbuckle my belt. Letting the noise of my undressing fill the room in thick anticipation of what is next. I grin as you look back to peak at my rock hard veined desire for your bobs free from it confines. Adoring the small gasp and squirming anticipation of what is about to happen. “Are you ready pet?” I ask in a lust filled gruff voice, as the weight of my warm hard girth rests poised to split you in two.
That sound feeds my soul each and every time. The first gasp as my thick marble pierces for the first time. “FFFuuck!” leaps loud, bounding through the room as I fully split you to your deepest point. Slow retreat followed by firm thrust, each violent and deeper than the predecessor. Words die, replaced by gasps, evolving into grunts. The deepest, most unlady-like grunts, punctuated by a death grip on the bed, and a bridle of sheets filling her mouth.
"You are my good little cock slut". The gravitas of those words rumble down your spine as I embrace you from behind. Our quickly arranged, covert meeting hidden from those nearby. Tugging your jeans down, my finger quickly finds your wet button. Caressing you in the exact spot only I know, your knees buckle, fingers dig into my leg. "Hush my pet" as your moans force me to cover your delicate mouth to hide our office lust.
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With your dew covering my mouth, dripping down my chin, I flip you over like a rag doll. Your cunnilingus lashed body still trembling fuels the carnivore from within. Savoring the anticipation of the moment, slowly sinking my thick root deep inside, splitting you. I cherish not, the slow inch, by thick-inch piercing, but your yelp of mixed pleasure and pain as I press the full force of my size moving your deepest boundary to new limits.
oooooh…I like this…a lot…
Your jagged breath, trembling hands speak volumes in the silence of our covert encounter. Locking the office room door provides momentary insurance from scandalous termination. With commanding desire I press you to the wall, tugging your jeans down, your soaking wet lust anoints my finger with your dew. Easily slipping inside you, the pad of my finger quickly finds the exact location of your seventh letter. With great delight I watch you muffle your gasps, rushing you headlong over your waterfall edge.
I told her to flirt and enjoy herself.
I am not a boy. Glances of grey around the temples are the fruits of experience. Deep voice. Strong form. Genuine confidence. All part of who I am, that work for some, but not for all. Your longer than proper gaze into my eyes is your flint striking my rugged rock. A spark of fate, trigger that knowing feeling from deep within. From that early moment I know. We will be lovers. In that silent pause, I treasure the the thought of how I will rock your world with passionate pleasures beyond anything you have experienced.
Still breathless, I push your knees to your chest. Your legs offer no resistance, pushing forward with ease. Post climactic tremors ripple through your frame, as I poise your sex to its most vulnerable position. The glaze of your delight glistening over your still pulsing pussy. I poise the thick swollen head of my root at your entrance. Not waiting for you to recover, I ache to overpower your vulnerable state. Compelled to impale my marble manhood into you and thrust to your very boundary of pleasure and pain.
I know this is true.
As one… I say true-dat