Without so much as a second thought, I sat back on the chair behind me.
“Show me what you’ve got underneath that skirt,” he said, leaning back on his desk again. His cock was still poking out of his pants, pointing straight up at the ceiling.
I sat back in the chair and spread my legs as wide as I could, then hoisted one up on the arm of the chair. “Nothing,” I said looking up at Anthony as he looked down at my pussy.
“Beautiful,” he said in what sounded like a stuttered breath. He dropped to his knees in front of me, and leaned in closer to my lower half.
Anthony ran his fingers lightly over the outer lips of my female being, tickling them and teasing them. I felt an intense throbbing inside of me, and it made my hips involuntarily buck every so often, which made Anthony make that “mmmm” noise that every lover loves to hear.
Anthony continued to inspect and tease me, and it drove me wild. The way he was touching me was so sensual, and so patient. It made me feel feelings I’d never felt before. Each time Anthony’s fingers touched me, I savored it… like I’d savored the flan.
With the way Anthony was worshipping my pussy, I was sure that the next thing he was going to do was lick it. Or, maybe, that’s what I wanted him to do. But, that’s not what he did. Instead, he brought his mouth to my mound and simply kissed it. The he kissed it again… and again… and again… until, finally, his tongue darted out from his mouth, unexpectedly, and parted my folds, headed straight for my clit.
My back arched forward from the back of the chair, and I nearly pushed Anthony to the floor. That one move he made made something quake inside me, and my entire body was pulsing with the aftershock. It wasn’t an orgasm, but it was something that assured me an orgasm would soon me coming.
Anthony laughed and grunted when my hips thrust my pussy up against his face. Obviously, he was going for some type of positive response—and, sure enough, he’d gotten one. He continued to lick, suck, and eat me, and I continued to squirm from it and edge my body forward.
By the time Anthony got me off—just a few minutes later—I was no longer sitting on the chair, but had pushed my body so far forward that I was straddling Anthony’s face. His shoulders were wedged up against the desk behind him, and my pussy was nearly smothering him. I didn’t know exactly how we’d ended up in that position, but I liked it.
I felt like I was going to collapse from my orgasm, and I probably would have if I hadn’t still had Anthony’s face there propping me up. I leaned back from him a little, just as his strong arms came up to hold and guide me. He rose to his feet, carrying me with him as he did, and then took me into his arms for a moment.
My skirt was stuck up around my waist, and my pussy was still wet and aching. I felt very primal and passionate, and I felt the need to reciprocate the pleasure I’d just received.
Just as Anthony had done earlier, I dropped to my knees. I positioned my body in front of Anthony’s and leaned in over him, pushing him back on his desk a little. I could feel the cool air from the air conditioning vents on between my legs, and it only further fueled the fire burning inside of me.
I looked up at Anthony as I took his cock into my hand. I held it firmly at the base, then ran my tongue over the length of it, dragging my tongue slowly and firmly over the head. Anthony licked his lips as he watched me bathe his cock and get it ready for my mouth.
I glided my tongue over Anthony’s shaft a few more times, making it nice and wet. When I finally took him into my mouth, I did so slowly—taking the head in first, then inching the rest of him in. He was big, and I knew there was no way I could get all of him in my mouth, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from trying.
As I worked my mouth over Anthony, he made the most delicious noises. If I hadn’t just cum, the sound of his pleasure
“Show me what you’ve got underneath that skirt,” he said, leaning back on his desk again. His cock was still poking out of his pants, pointing straight up at the ceiling.
I sat back in the chair and spread my legs as wide as I could, then hoisted one up on the arm of the chair. “Nothing,” I said looking up at Anthony as he looked down at my pussy.
“Beautiful,” he said in what sounded like a stuttered breath. He dropped to his knees in front of me, and leaned in closer to my lower half.
Anthony ran his fingers lightly over the outer lips of my female being, tickling them and teasing them. I felt an intense throbbing inside of me, and it made my hips involuntarily buck every so often, which made Anthony make that “mmmm” noise that every lover loves to hear.
Anthony continued to inspect and tease me, and it drove me wild. The way he was touching me was so sensual, and so patient. It made me feel feelings I’d never felt before. Each time Anthony’s fingers touched me, I savored it… like I’d savored the flan.
With the way Anthony was worshipping my pussy, I was sure that the next thing he was going to do was lick it. Or, maybe, that’s what I wanted him to do. But, that’s not what he did. Instead, he brought his mouth to my mound and simply kissed it. The he kissed it again… and again… and again… until, finally, his tongue darted out from his mouth, unexpectedly, and parted my folds, headed straight for my clit.
My back arched forward from the back of the chair, and I nearly pushed Anthony to the floor. That one move he made made something quake inside me, and my entire body was pulsing with the aftershock. It wasn’t an orgasm, but it was something that assured me an orgasm would soon me coming.
Anthony laughed and grunted when my hips thrust my pussy up against his face. Obviously, he was going for some type of positive response—and, sure enough, he’d gotten one. He continued to lick, suck, and eat me, and I continued to squirm from it and edge my body forward.
By the time Anthony got me off—just a few minutes later—I was no longer sitting on the chair, but had pushed my body so far forward that I was straddling Anthony’s face. His shoulders were wedged up against the desk behind him, and my pussy was nearly smothering him. I didn’t know exactly how we’d ended up in that position, but I liked it.
I felt like I was going to collapse from my orgasm, and I probably would have if I hadn’t still had Anthony’s face there propping me up. I leaned back from him a little, just as his strong arms came up to hold and guide me. He rose to his feet, carrying me with him as he did, and then took me into his arms for a moment.
My skirt was stuck up around my waist, and my pussy was still wet and aching. I felt very primal and passionate, and I felt the need to reciprocate the pleasure I’d just received.
Just as Anthony had done earlier, I dropped to my knees. I positioned my body in front of Anthony’s and leaned in over him, pushing him back on his desk a little. I could feel the cool air from the air conditioning vents on between my legs, and it only further fueled the fire burning inside of me.
I looked up at Anthony as I took his cock into my hand. I held it firmly at the base, then ran my tongue over the length of it, dragging my tongue slowly and firmly over the head. Anthony licked his lips as he watched me bathe his cock and get it ready for my mouth.
I glided my tongue over Anthony’s shaft a few more times, making it nice and wet. When I finally took him into my mouth, I did so slowly—taking the head in first, then inching the rest of him in. He was big, and I knew there was no way I could get all of him in my mouth, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from trying.
As I worked my mouth over Anthony, he made the most delicious noises. If I hadn’t just cum, the sound of his pleasure
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