“Gosh Erik, I forgot you were such a looker, how have you been?” “Good, how have you been?” he replied, looking her up and down in the process... “Great” she said, looking over to her friend who had a sour look on her face. “Hi” she said to her, not bothering to give her a hug. “Hi” her friend replied, using a flat, boring tone to deliver it. She gave her a smile that was fake and went to sit at the table, watching as her friend and husband came to sit down too. Her friend was about to speak. Hardwood floors, modernist paintings, a leather couch and a little bar were behind me. In front of me was Mr. Snyder's large mahogany desk. Perched on the edge of the desk was a cute as a button intern. She was 18 or 19 and wore a canary yellow skirt, a matching braand the same color heels. Maybe a B cup and a pixie haircut. She also had a long strand of jizz running down the right side of her face. Presumably she was on her knees next to Staci when she had received the load she wore through. ‘No. Wait. Not yet.’ I grabbed his wrists, and his hands stopped, the one between my legs reluctantly pulling away. I struggled to inch forward, feeling his erection slide down to where his hand had just been, my copious fluid coating the length of his cock. The head of it bumped my clit and I gasped, hips involuntarily thrusting against the stimulation. I started to raise myself up, to try to impale myself on him, but he shook his head and pulled me even further forward. I felt his length slip. I loosen up for him as much as I can, but it still hurts a bit as he stretches me open. He pauses for a moment for me to get used to it before he begins to ever so gently push in the rest of the way. If I thought I felt full before, it is nothing to the tight, almost painful fullness as he starts pumping into me. Before long, he is using his hands to alternately push me away and then pull me onto his cock. I lean forward, letting him get deep inside me, and my rock hard nipples brush up against.