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Good Day at the Office, Dear?

Poetry By: sineadmc1990

I have a talent, apparently, for erotica.

Submitted:Aug 2, 2007    Reads: 2,011    Comments: 5    Likes: 0   

in your business suit and tie
i know that tan is all over
and not from sunbeds, either

wearing your favorite blue dress
our eyes meet across the office
and you motion for us to leave

following you, just like our plan
you lock the door behind me

running you hands down my sides
feeling my hourglass figure
it feels so good already

i kneel by your feet, eyes locked
i undo the button with my hands
and grip the zip with my teeth
and your rather large bulge makes an appearance

quickly taking all of it in my mouth
your groans could be heard all around
i move slowly, but keep my lips on you
just the way you like it

i don't swallow
i kiss you instead
letting you taste yourself

i sit on your empty desk
with you standing between my legs
as your hands explore my thighs
and higher and higher
as i groan loudly

you slam in, hard but slow
as a scream escapes me
we want this so much
and with each thrust
you slam in deeper
but never faster

in ecasty we scream
mixing our juices

i lay on your desk
and you lay next to me
in your arms i rest
until our pagers go

we're already late for the meeting


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