At this point, I wanted to press my thighs so bad to ease some tension. It was tough controlling my hormones whenever he was close to me.
The room we were in used to be someone’s office, but now it was empty with just a table in it.
I had no idea when I squeezed my thighs together. Unfortunately, the man before me saw it.
Still holding both of my hands up with one hand, he snuck his other hand underneath my skirt, in between my thighs.
My heart raced harder. I couldn’t tell if it was out of fear or burning excitement.
I swallowed painfully as he began to raise my skirt, after which he parted my legs.
He let go of my lower body, then with one hand, he began to unbuckle his pants.
My throat went dry at the sight of his fat and erect c**k. I wanted to tear my eyes
