(I received some feedback from a woman with whom I had lost touch. She asked, and I could not refuse. I hope she likes it.)
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Did you think I'd forgotten you? The fantasies we shared? Of course not. How could I?
I still have the photos you sent me. You know the ones. Mmmm.
I think of you often, and I look at those pics and wonder what might have been.
Would you still like to catch me looking at them? I always loved that one.
You walk up to the door of my office and can see over my shoulder that I'm looking at you as I stroke my very hard cock.
Without interrupting me you slip your hand under your skirt. You're already wet and swollen. Catching me fantasizing about you - jerking off while imagining your hot sex - does that to you instantly.
You can feel your nipples swell as you watch my hand slide up and down the length of my cock. A small moan escapes your lips causing me to freeze.
"Don't stop," you breathe, as you step through the door, closing it behind you, "I want to watch...but maybe you'd like to see something better."
You move in front of me and perch on the edge of my desk, pulling your skirt up and your soaked panties to the side. Your fingers flit back and forth over your swollen clit. "Do you like that? Is that better?"
I can only moan as thick drops of pre-cum ooze from the head of my cock.
"Tell me what you want," you whisper, as you place one foot on each arm of my chair.
"I want to taste you."
"Mmmmm. Please...lick my pussy. It's so wet!"
I drop to my knees between your spread thighs as you pull my head closer, spreading your swollen lips open for my tongue.
With a long, slow lick, I open your hot sex and taste you. Up, over, around your throbbing clit, making you moan and gasp.
You're so turned on. I slide a finger inside your pussy, feeling you pulse and become tighter. In almost no time you are on the edge of orgasm...but I don't want to make you cum yet.
I rise between your legs, still stroking my throbbing cock with one hand and tease you with the head. Slapping your pussy, sliding the swollen head up and down your dripping opening, coating my cock with your wetness. I slip the head just barely inside, making you try to slide your ass forward and take me deeper. I slip out and rub the head, again, up over your clit.
I whisper in your ear, "Do you want to taste your pussy on my cock?"
"Oh my god! Yes!"
In one long stroke, I slide my cock deep inside you...then back out again.
"Are you my hot little slut?" I ask.