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up and let him push the shirt up off of me. He
continued to kiss me , moving his hands across my
collarbone and neck, sliding his fingers into my hair and tugging on it as his
tongue explored my mouth. I had been a bundle of
nerves when he’d pushed me into the office, but as soon as he’d touched me, the
tension had released—almost violently.
I was meeting his kiss with a frantic kind of hunger, pushing in my tongue,
nipping at his lips with my teeth, and wrapping my own fingers up in his hair.
He let out a little moan as I tugged on it. That only
served to fuel the fire that was burning inside of me .
Tristan reached around and unhooked my bra. As soon as my breasts
escaped their binds, he’d broken our kiss and sucked one hard, dark, nipple
into his mouth. He rolled it around on his tongue as I felt a forceful, hot rush of liquid gather between my legs. He kept opening his
mouth wider, first taking in the whole areola, and then most of the breast. It
was the first time in my life that I was happy my tits
were somewhat small. It felt so damn good, coupled with the feel of his hot
hands still roaming the rest of my body.
He found the zipper on the side of my skirt and pulled it down while still driving me crazy
with his mouth on the other nipple now. He was biting at it, wild, like an animal, and I fucking loved it. It didn’t hurt;
instead, it sent waves of ecstasy through my body and
straight to my soaking wet, hot pussy. He lifted me under my arms slightly and I knew what he wanted. I pushed the skirt off and I realized later that I should have done the same with
the panties. Tristan didn’t have the patience to screw with those. Instead of
lifting me up again he grabbed either side of my
panties in his hands, flexed and ripped them off my body. I couldn’t help but squeal, and I pushed down on the desk with my arms, lifting
my ass up enough for him to pull the shreds that were left down off my legs.
He stepped back then and I had a chance to catch my breath as he dropped his pants. I tried not to think about what I would look like if someone opened the door
right now. My naked ass was sitting on the edge of the
desk with my legs splayed open wide for him. He was obviously as turned on as I was, as evidenced by the rock hard cock that came out of
his pants. He pulled off his shirt and moved forward, sliding easily into my wetness. I wrapped my arms
around his neck and my legs around his waist as put his hands on mine and
pulled me more fully onto his cock. The feeling that I got when he was inside of me was indescribable. I ’d
never felt anything like it; it spoke to every fiber in my body. He wasn’t
taking it slow at all—he was pounding into me hard
with each thrust ending in a slap as our bodies lashed together.
Tristan slipped his arms underneath my legs then and grabbed my ass in his hands, picking me up
off the desk. I tightened my grip around his neck and
held on while he moved me up and down, grinding me against him. His cock was buried as deep inside of me as he could get it, and each
time he slid me down, most of my own weight landed against him on my engorged
clit—the shock waves threatened to cause my head to explode. I knew that I was being too loud, but I couldn’t seem to stop the long,
shuddering moans and grunts coming from somewhere deep inside me. About the
time I thought it couldn’t possibly feel any better,
he proved me wrong. He took a wider stance and instead of up and down, he
started moving me in and out. My moans and grunts morphed into gasps and little squeaks. I wished we were anywhere but there so I could scream. I felt like I needed that release. I had my teeth
tightly clenched, trying to hold back the screams of passion that were lodged
in my throat.
He slammed against me harder and faster. I held onto his neck, grazing it
with my nails like a drowning woman being pulled from the sea. My body began to spasm and I gouged my nails in deeper
without thought as to what
continued to kiss me , moving his hands across my
collarbone and neck, sliding his fingers into my hair and tugging on it as his
tongue explored my mouth. I had been a bundle of
nerves when he’d pushed me into the office, but as soon as he’d touched me, the
tension had released—almost violently.
I was meeting his kiss with a frantic kind of hunger, pushing in my tongue,
nipping at his lips with my teeth, and wrapping my own fingers up in his hair.
He let out a little moan as I tugged on it. That only
served to fuel the fire that was burning inside of me .
Tristan reached around and unhooked my bra. As soon as my breasts
escaped their binds, he’d broken our kiss and sucked one hard, dark, nipple
into his mouth. He rolled it around on his tongue as I felt a forceful, hot rush of liquid gather between my legs. He kept opening his
mouth wider, first taking in the whole areola, and then most of the breast. It
was the first time in my life that I was happy my tits
were somewhat small. It felt so damn good, coupled with the feel of his hot
hands still roaming the rest of my body.
He found the zipper on the side of my skirt and pulled it down while still driving me crazy
with his mouth on the other nipple now. He was biting at it, wild, like an animal, and I fucking loved it. It didn’t hurt;
instead, it sent waves of ecstasy through my body and
straight to my soaking wet, hot pussy. He lifted me under my arms slightly and I knew what he wanted. I pushed the skirt off and I realized later that I should have done the same with
the panties. Tristan didn’t have the patience to screw with those. Instead of
lifting me up again he grabbed either side of my
panties in his hands, flexed and ripped them off my body. I couldn’t help but squeal, and I pushed down on the desk with my arms, lifting
my ass up enough for him to pull the shreds that were left down off my legs.
He stepped back then and I had a chance to catch my breath as he dropped his pants. I tried not to think about what I would look like if someone opened the door
right now. My naked ass was sitting on the edge of the
desk with my legs splayed open wide for him. He was obviously as turned on as I was, as evidenced by the rock hard cock that came out of
his pants. He pulled off his shirt and moved forward, sliding easily into my wetness. I wrapped my arms
around his neck and my legs around his waist as put his hands on mine and
pulled me more fully onto his cock. The feeling that I got when he was inside of me was indescribable. I ’d
never felt anything like it; it spoke to every fiber in my body. He wasn’t
taking it slow at all—he was pounding into me hard
with each thrust ending in a slap as our bodies lashed together.
Tristan slipped his arms underneath my legs then and grabbed my ass in his hands, picking me up
off the desk. I tightened my grip around his neck and
held on while he moved me up and down, grinding me against him. His cock was buried as deep inside of me as he could get it, and each
time he slid me down, most of my own weight landed against him on my engorged
clit—the shock waves threatened to cause my head to explode. I knew that I was being too loud, but I couldn’t seem to stop the long,
shuddering moans and grunts coming from somewhere deep inside me. About the
time I thought it couldn’t possibly feel any better,
he proved me wrong. He took a wider stance and instead of up and down, he
started moving me in and out. My moans and grunts morphed into gasps and little squeaks. I wished we were anywhere but there so I could scream. I felt like I needed that release. I had my teeth
tightly clenched, trying to hold back the screams of passion that were lodged
in my throat.
He slammed against me harder and faster. I held onto his neck, grazing it
with my nails like a drowning woman being pulled from the sea. My body began to spasm and I gouged my nails in deeper
without thought as to what
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