Bentley
I am pretty sure my d**k is going to explode any minute now. I can’t even pretend that I am listening to the conversation I am having with a business partner on the phone. I can’t focus on anything but Hillary’s soft breasts in my palms, heavy and warm.
I want to get on my knees and latch my lips onto them, sucking them until she is a whimpering mess. Her n*****s are hard, perky pebbles, her moans are music to my ears as I toy with them, tease them.
I bet her panties are dripping wet right now. The thought of telling her to strip while I bury my face in between her thighs and make her feel better floods my mind.
“Director, hmn—f**k—I’m going to c*m,” she cries out, increasing her pace.
Thank God my end of the call is muted.
“Go ahead, baby girl,” I say, twisting her n*****s
