Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
I didn’t do this often. Heck, I never did this before. It was supposed to be our office Christmas party. But I wasn’t having a good time. Or maybe I was having too good a time because I found myself on an empty floor, pressed up against the closed door of an office with his mouth pressed hard to mine as he shoved me harder against the hardwood of the door. His tongue was firm and sweeping. I could taste the liquor he had been drinking and I am sure he could taste the whiskey I had been having. His hand dropped to my lower back, urging my body into his. https://escortium.org I moaned against his lips, my thoughts in a whirlwind. I don’t really remember how I found myself in that office room with him. Him, I didn’t even know his name. We danced a couple of times on the dance floor, talked a little. I had seen him around the office, always thinking he had an amazing smile that disarmed me. I was weak for a man that could smile, and he certainly had a smile that had my panties in knots. But I should have hated him for making a move on me so fast. I didn’t even know why I followed him up, but I knew when he suggested to show me something in his office that this was his idea all along. I kissed him back. He groaned, shoving me harder against the door and it seemed to rattle in its place. His hands went to my waist and he broke the kiss, spinning me around to face the door. Yanking my skirt around my hips, he pressed down on the small of my back so I was presented to him. He stepped back and I could feel him looking at me. I flushed but I wanted him to see me. I wanted to be desired. “You’re incredible,” he growled. He touched between my legs, pushing my lacy underwear aside to stroke me so skillfully that I already felt on the edge of bliss. “You’re fucking perfection, Bonnie. How can you be this perfect?” “I really am not,” I managed to whisper out, wondering why I told him my name and didn’t ask his. His hand slapped against my sex. “You fucking are.”I moaned desperately, wetter than ever. I heard his pants unzip and then he was right there, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.We could get caught. Both of our jobs and careers would be destroyed, and all for what? A quickie with a guy I had just met?
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32