I turn my attention back to my phone again. His picture still smiles at me. I click on the call button and hold my breath. Why am I so fucking nervous... One ringtone. Two. He picks up on the third ring. “Hello?” His cool, calm voice causes another delicious, aching warmth to travel down to my sweet spot. “Ch- Chris?” “Hey, Kitty Kat. What’s up?” My lips curl at the nickname. “I need you again…” I say breathlessly. “I’ll come over in 10," he answers automatically. “I'll leave the door unlocked. My hands slide off your shoulders and push through under your arms till I find your breasts. I pull you backward and down as you repeatedly arch your waist and then straighten it, jamming yourself down on my big prick.My upper hand lets go of your tit and grabs your arm at the wrist, guiding it down past your stomach to your crotch.As I squeeze your breast again you rub your clit viciously, matching the strength and speed of our fucking.The steady squishing wet sounds keep my hard-on extreme.. But in all honesty, I have to confess I... began to like it." She twisted in her chair, then looked at Helen, wetness blurring her vision. "But only a little bit, Helen," she lied. "Only a little bit, and when it was over and I'd collected my senses, I was sick about it!" Yes, yes, I understand," Helen said in a soothing voice. She then poured herself a little more wine and sighed. She thought of the best way of handling the matter, of trying to calm the near hysterical girl so that a greater. . I giggle to myself and you slap me on the head thinking to yourself I will get you for this baby.Taking my fingers away I move closer pulling you almost off your seat your legs over my shoulders as I spread your lips wide with my fingers. The rest of the staff still looking towards the glass of your office window as there about to leave wondering what she did to upset you. You grin at them friendly through the window. My tongue starts exploring the wet outer lips of your already throbing wet.