Surprise! I've stopped by your office so we can play, act out some of the fantasy fucks we've had. I close the door behind me, so we can have some privacy, and worry for a second about the lack of a lock.
I turn to look at you, and your eyes are already on my cleavage and I know you want to see more. In fact, I sent you picture just a few minutes ago to give you a preview of my tits bursting out of my low-cut sweater. "I know you want to suck on them," I said. And I know you can't refuse the invitation.
I come around to the other side of your desk, where you sit - in thrall to our fantasies, to the thoughts of my sensitive, suckable nipples, my gorgeous pussy. I stand in front your chair, with my back to your desk, and immediately your mouth is on my skin, exploring my neck, your traveling tongue leaving marks. You whisper dirty things in my ear as your hand sneaks under my skirt, where you can feel the soft skin of my thigh, smell my juices. You nibble at my earlobe and down my neck and continue to tell me how hard you are, how horny I make you, how much you want to see me undress for you. I reach to feel and you press your crotch your hand against my hand so I can feel how hard and hot you are underneath your jeans.
I slip my sweater over my head, exposing the sheer material of my cami, my nipples poking holes in the fabric, begging for your attention. Wet tongue and hard teeth and the soft abrasion of the material drive me crazy and I start to squirm. I hitch my skirt up and sit on the desk in front of you. My cami is soaked now and it looks like a wet t-shirt contest. I pull it off and bring your head back to my tits, so you can suck me longer, harder. They bounce as they are freed, swinging in front of your mouth, the slight chill hardening my nipples impossibly. You devour one of my nipples, sucking it deep into your mouth, while your hand keeps the other warm. I lift my foot to your chair and rub my toes up and down the length of your cock.
You switch from one nipple to the other, your mouth and teeth getting progressively rougher, leaving red marks and I arch my back, pushing myself deeper into your mouth. Breathing short and sharp, with small moans.
I lay back on the desk, putting my feet on the arms of your chair, offering my body to you, pulling my skirt up even more, spreading my legs for your eager mouth. Starting at my ankle, you nibble a slow trail up to where my panties are drenched for you. I lean back further, my head off the back of the desk, my hands working my tits while your mouth gets even closer to my pussy.