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Calling In Sick

... her hand rub her mound that has grown quite wet, not from the pool, but from watching her boss sliding his hand up and down the shaft of his dick while he stared at her. Jen was starting to lose her desire to tease and instead fostering a growing desire to pounce on that hardness. Her rubbing was causing the bikini to be pushed between her lips, exposing more and more. Still sliding his right hand up and down the length of his now very slick with pre-cum hardness, Mr. Stone lets his left hand move to Jen’s calf. Just feeling her skin, without her pulling back only caused him to let out a moan of his own. “Mr. Stone, I thought I told you no touching. Keep your hands to yourself.” She demanded of him. Turning her body away from him, so he can no longer see her front, but exposing her ass once again to him. She realizes there really was no way to punish him for his offense at this point, so she devises a new plan. “Since you can’t follow rules, you cannot see my tits.” Pulling the bikini triangles back over her nipples as he stares at her ass. “Such a shame. Since my nipples are so hard and wanting you to lick them.” Jen picks up a leg and gently places it to the other side of the lounge chair, straddling it and Mr. Stone. Looking back at him, she slowly bends at the waist so that her ass is even closer to his face. The green bikini string seems to keep going all the way under her firm ass cheeks and covered her butt hole before spreading out and covering her very wet pussy. ...

... “Maybe you like this view better? Can you see my pussy better? What if I pull these to the side, would that please you, Mr. Stone? Ask me and I may.” “Jen, can I please see your hot little pussy?” Looking down at his cock, that he continued stroking as ordered, she slowly pulls the bikini to the side. With her pussy lips quite wet, she slides two fingers between them before spreading her lips for her annoying boss that clearly wants her. Showing as much of herself as she can to him, seems to only turn her on more. Jen’s new plan was clear to her, she was going to fuck her boss. Her inner slut could no longer tease, she wanted to ride his cock. “Tell me, sir, is this what you think of when you jerk off thinking about me?” “It is, and thinking about putting my cock between those lips. I want you, Jen!” Bending at the knees, Jen moves his hand away from his cock, and pushes his cock flat. Just touching his cock causes her to sigh in relief, but only slightly. Lowering her waist, she slowly slides her pussy lips along his shaft. Letting his slick pre-cum mix on her wet pussy lips. Mr. Stone quickly reaches up with his hands to her shoulders. Pulling Jen down a bit as she rocks against his hard cock, he moans with desire. Forgetting the rules, his hand moves down and unties the bikini top. Leaning forward slightly, his hands move around her sides and to grasping her breasts firmly with his strong hands. “I thought I told you no touching, Mr. Stone? However, I think I have tortured ...