You keep letting your eyes wander back to the tight vee in my jeans where you can see that the lips of my hot womanhood are separated by the seam. You can tell that I have nothing on under them. That is why you look there so often, isn't it? I stare back at you and smile. I know you can just about read my mind because you pull your gaze away from my 42D breasts and large erect nipples with much reluctance. They are standing out just begging for you to suckle and kiss them. And, you know it!!!
Here I am in the leather skirt and red blouse as I predicted. You can't take your eyes off me. I stare at your crotch and see that you are getting a really big erection. That really turns me on and my nipples stick out so far as if to reach towards your lips.
You lick your lips. I lick my lips. Our eyes are locked into the depths of each other. I feel your eyes penetrate me as surely as if you had pressed your throbbing hardened cock into my hot wet pussy.
I cannot stand to feel your gaze and to not feel your soft kiss and hot tongue on that special V at the side of my neck. It is a big “G” spot for me. I long to feel that. Instead I feel the sticky wetness growing between my legs. How much I long to take your hand and lead you to your office, sit you down in your chair and place myself just so on your desk spreading my legs so you can taste what you have wrought. I am sweet, clean and pure tasting. You love it. In your hunger, you devour me. I want you to suck every drop of my sweet tasting juice from me as you suck my clit and slide your fingers in finding another G spot.
I begin to moan and move my hips to the rhythm of your tongue and fingers, sometimes your teeth gently slide up and down on my erect clit. I begin to reach a climax the likes of which I have not experienced in such a long time. I cannot help but let out a scream of pure delight. You really make me feel soooooo good. What a lover you are. You are exquisite in your knowledge of my needs and desires.
You have bared your hardened member which has a glistening drop of pre-cum on the end of it. I swoop down and suck it off before you can stop me. Then, you lean me back on the desk, spread me open, and adeptly plunge your throbbing member into my depths. I let out a shriek of pure pleasure as I feel the full hard length of it penetrate to my very soul. What a rush. It makes me cum again, much to your and my delight. But, you tell me, please try and hold back because it will make you cum too quickly if I cum again and don't I want to savor this? Of course I do, what a silly question, but some reactions are not to be suppressed. They have a mind and timeliness of their own which mere mortals cannot comprehend or deny.
I try, really I do, but it isn't long before I am cumming again; and I start to bring you with me. Instead, you pull out and tell me “NO, not yet.” I pout and beg for more. You just laugh and tell me what a bad girl I can be. I know, but it's just that I know a good thing when I feel it.
After a few moments, you begin to tease me with the head of it, rubbing it up and down the slide to love. I really do enjoy that as it is a definite “G” spot for me. I can't stand it any longer, so I grab your hips and plunge you into me again. Ah, sweets for the sweet. How much I love that feeling.
About that time, the bell rings and I look up to see you standing over me... "Ms. Collins", you say, "did you have a good daydream?"
I look up at you, smile, kind of spread my legs a little and say "Want to help me make it a reality?"
