Surprisingly, Mr. Rossi takes the lead, despite being the only one in the room actually working.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you lean over my desk while one of the boys takes you from behind. That way I can enjoy the view.”
His cheeky smile makes my p***y tingle. I think about getting f****d right in front of him. Performing for him. I’m embarrassed to admit how much it turns me on.
I do as he says and lean my upper body across the polished wooden desk. My black bra presses into the material and I feel my short skirt ride up my back, exposing the underside of my cheeks.
“Take off your bra,” Mr. Rossi adds. “I want to see your bare t**s pressed up against the desk.”
Blushing, I straighten up slightly and unhook my bra before leaning back down. Mr. Rossi makes no effort to hide the fact that
