1. Lunch Buddies, Part 5: Friday


    Date: 12/3/2023, Categories: Office Sex, Author: pinkysurprise 

    ... he turned around so she was against the wall and lowered his head to her chest. She gasped as he pulled her nipple into the heat of his mouth. It stiffened quickly as his tongue swirled. He squeezed both breasts, alternating sides until she was squirming and panting from the stimulation. He moved his hand down to reach under her skirt, but she brushed it away, not ready yet.

Pushing away from the wall, they staggered toward the couch. She kissed him awkwardly, walking and unbuckling his belt at the same time. When his calves bumped into the couch, she was already unbuttoning his jeans. He did an eager little shimmy to help her tug them down his legs, leaving them bunched around his ankles. His cock sprang free, almost slapping her in the face, and she laughed as she pushed him down and dropped to her knees.

He stifled a loud groan as she wrapped her lips around him. She eagerly reached one hand up under his shirt, touching his chest, the other wrapped around the base of his shaft. She licked and sucked, tracing around the rim of his head. He worked his fingers into her hair, and lifted his hips, whispering her name. She fell into an easy rhythm, her hand and mouth moving in tandem along the length of his shaft, pumping him into her mouth. A squirt of precum coated her tongue, and she moaned happily.

“Yes, Ash… Oh fuck, I love that.”

Everything was happening fast. The arousal that had been smoldering all morning had erupted into a blazing inferno. Knowing that he ...
    ... felt the same desire she did, the same burning need, only made it more intense.

She squeezed her legs together and felt a little trickle drip down her thigh. She still had one more surprise for him, and if she wasn’t careful, he’d cum before discovering it.

She released him and rocked back on her heels, producing a groan of disappointment from him. His cock pointed straight up, glistening wetly, bobbing with his heartbeat, and demanding attention. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and got to her feet. Her shirt had fallen off one shoulder, and his eyes were locked on her chest.

“God damn, you are so fucking sexy,” he exclaimed.

She smiled and squeezed her breasts together for him. She didn’t dance, exactly, but slowly gyrated a bit, holding his attention and making him wait. She wanted to slow him down just a bit, make him last longer. He didn’t seem to mind.

“Tony, do you want to suck on my nipples some more?”

He nodded emphatically, and she moved toward him, swaying her hips seductively. His cock twitched eagerly as she climbed on top, knees on either side of him, lifting her skirt as she did so it wouldn’t get trapped between them. Hands on his shoulders, she settled her weight onto his lap. He was so distracted by her tits in his face that it took him a moment to realize his cock was pressed against her wet lips.

“Oh shit, you’re not wearing any panties,” he gasped.

“I took them off in the bathroom between meetings.”

“That’s fucking ...
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