“You know,” he said, trying to kiss and talk at the same time, “I’ve had many fantasies about s*x on this desk since I bought it years ago.”
I giggled, my teeth biting down on his bottom lip. He stood back up, undoing his belt buckle and freeing his c**k. I licked my lips, my hips moving on their own, hands squeezing my breasts to give him a show.
“f**k, baby girl, you look so good spread out on my desk like that,” he said in a low, husky tone.
His fingers moved beneath the fabric of my panties, his other hand pushing my dress up to my waist. My body shuddered as his knuckles moved up and down over my c**t and wet opening. He removed his hand, bringing the same knuckles that had been touching me up to his mouth, moaning as he sucked my juices off.
“My wife is so delicious. I wish I had
