Anna’s hands slide over the curves of ’s ass and find the hem of her skirt. She pulls it up over the crest of her ass cheeks, exposing her lovely naked globes to your sight. Two fingers glide over her pussy lips from behind, and slip in with a wet sound. After mere seconds of slurping noises, gasps and shudders. Suddenly, she yelps as Anna slides a third finger into the pucker of her anus. Anna giggles, almost sadistically.
You can hear voices coming down the hall in the direction that Anna came from, and getting nearer. It seems as if a meeting just got out. A sales meeting, no less: boisterous voices echo louder and louder, like jocks in a locker room. might be too far gone from fear, humiliation, and pleasure to hear them. But Anna definitely hears them too. She meets your gaze, and a cruel smile crosses her face.
“Sorry, love, you’re a tasty dish. But today, you’re just an appetizer. To me, at least.” Anna coos at with mock remorse, and you almost believe she’s sorry. looks back at Anna uncomprehendingly. Anna smiles broadly and, picking up by the waist, they swing around 180 degrees like a couple of dancers. ’s skirt flutters through the pirouette and her butt remains exposed to the air.
Now standing between you and , Anna latches onto with a passionate kiss. As their lips part, you see Anna’s tongue slowly withdraw from ’s passive mouth. Even after their tongues separate, they remain connected by a long strand of saliva for what seems like an eternity. Anna’s impossibly long tongue takes a final swipe at ’s forehead, leaving a clean path down the middle of her sperm-splattered face.
Anna takes a step backwards, toward you. Placing her hand on your chest, she pushes you back into your office. , still completely befuddled, exchanges a long stare with both you and Anna as Anna slowly closes the door. Just before the door shuts with a click, you catch a glimpse of the sales team turning the corner, and coming face to face with ’s still exposed posterior.
The rambunctious trash-talk of the fraternity of sale guys comes to an abrupt halt as the door seals you and Anna in a completely different world.
“Now, let’s get down to business,” Anna commands with a throaty growl. She slowly traces a finger up the length of your crotch, up to your navel. You can feel the tip of your cock follow her finger, until your erection stands proudly to attention under your pants, pressed against your belly and poking up over your belt line.
“You know I don’t usually do this, but I don’t think I’ve ever needed a cock this badly in my entire life. A fat, juicy, cock.” She licks her sticky fingers for emphasis. You gulp in anticipation.
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