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A Bet Leads To Domination In The Office | Torg | 18

 

"I would really like a ride back to work after I get some clothes on, if that's okay with you." You smile and nod to her.

"Well, come on in then." She gets out of the car and you join her on the way to the door. She takes you by the arm and quickly leads you inside to the elevator. In the middle of the day, no one is in the building. You manage to get upstairs without incident. She takes her keys out of her purse and opens the door.

Once inside she closes the door. A flyer lies on the floor near the door, probably slipped under this morning. Clarice bends over and picks it up, flashing her ass at you.

You can't stand it anymore. You've been seeing Clarice in almost nothing since the heavy fuck session back at the office. That blow job in the car was great, but you're feeling horny again with so much flesh on display. You step behind her and put your arms around her. You slide your hands inside the suit coat and cup a breast in each hand, hugging her to your body. Your stiffy is poking into her back.

Clarice relaxes into your embrace, wiggling her butt a bit against your intruding appendage. You can feel her nipples hard in your palms.

"Oh, . When you touch me, I can't resist you. Just being with you gets me so wet and parading around in almost nothing makes it worse."

"Oh, that makes it worse for me too. Let me fuck you wearing the jacket. You look so sexy with it on."

She turns in your arms and starts removing your necktie. She has a mischievous smile on her lips. "Getting that fine cock inside me is just what the doctor ordered." She gets the loop enlarged and lifts the tie over your head. She puts it over her head, letting it dangle between her breasts. You unbutton the jacket and fondle her tits some more. She pushes you backward, steering you with your shoulders, until you feel something at the back your your knees. You look down and see a couch. She shoves on your shoulders, and you drop into the cushion.

Clarice bends over you and works on your pants. As she unbuttons them, her tits dangle and jiggle inside the open jacket. You lift your hips, and she yanks them off your legs. Your boxers are seriously tented, your cock struggling to find the opening. The teen straddles your lap, pressing her pussy against your cock, trapping between your bodies.

 

What happens now?


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