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Lunch Break  

d2labc 45M
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3/3/2021 9:17 pm
Lunch Break


Incessant babbling, how I would describe the now two-hour conference I’m forced endure as over a dozen managers debate on how collectively dominate the region corporately with the precession and dedication needed overthrow a small country. My mind meandering through data, I shift the my cell and don my headphones, proceeding through the office door. My eyes whence at the long-forgotten daylight, adjusting as I’m engulfed in a cool breeze against my skin bringing a thought about where I was now going. The triumvirate of time, the , and space fade into nonexistence as I near my destination, a new business I’ve heard so many people wax poetic. My reflection looms with each step, approaching me from the glass window exterior, fading to reveal the interior. I’m invited inside with an existing duet of customers excited and clamoring about their next visit to this locale. Behind the desk, an ethereal young woman, greeting me with a smile, “Good evening Sir”, she exclaims. Arising from her seat, her braids sway and dance across her face, causing her to fluidly usher and guide them over her shoulder, revealing an exuberant smile. Her lips, accentuated by an inner glow, glisten in the daylight, accented by her wayward attempt to restrain her excitement. Moving from behind the desk, I relished each step she took, I followed the cloth outline of her breast, the crest and arch; the recession as her narrow torso relegated to her thighs, amplified with the sounds of her heels against the floor. Her playful cadence stops before me. There we stood, face to face, with her fragrance, I’m ensnared. The room silent, aside from the ambient blowing of the air conditioning in the distance, “Hello princess”, emotes from my mouth, being met with an explosion of yearning in her eyes, and precipitated with a kiss. A kiss, our lips intertwined, tongues playful exchange a duet of nonverbal communication, an encirclement with my arms in parallel around her tightly balancing the trio of touch. The dainty fabric of her dress swayed as we released each other, and I feel a slight pressure build near my growing bulge, though from the outside world. To me, she offered herself, freely and unabashed, her pleasure became the fulfillment of my own. And with that, I was exposed feeling the midday air upon my member, and her fingers, warm, a stark contrast one by one surrounding my shaft, as I relish in seeing her now on her knees looking upward at me longingly, my dick slowly disappears within her mouth. My breaths sharpen as this bastion of beauty is drawing me into her. With each moment, I stutter as she enjoys my ever-hardening dick until I instinctively grab her hair as she moans in sheer delight. Reason and decorum recede with me guiding her back and forth across my shaft, and with wanton lust, I thrust my dick deeper into her mouth, my hips thrusting relentlessly as she struggles in desire and delight. My gaze connecting to her, viewing only a glimpse of my base covered by the perfection of her lips. My moans encourage her, as I relish the warmth of her mouth, her relentless draw, and suction, as her head falls back revealing my dick throbbing from the waves of affection. She smiles seeking my approval, unmoved, yet on her knees. “Stand up”, I order, watching her arise with the balance and dexterity of an athlete standing tall before me. Statuesque with the air of perfection of femininity, in contrast, a low earthly, “Turn around”, imitates from my chest. Attentively she turns, contorting her dress with the change in direction, billowing though interrupted as I lift it upward. “I see you followed Daddy’s direction”, as my fingers glide across her inner thighs, and feel the tactile wetness of her eager bodice, as I hear a barely conceived moan. Body against body, the weight of each other’s pretense is felt. I grab her braids again, forcing her to bend over the desk, causing her to adjust her stance, legs wider, ass perched though out of view being we are so close. My dick guided to your lips, wetness dripping with expectations of more, and in one motion I take my gift. I glide into you, your body bucks with the feeling of being spread open, the initial feeling removes what the remaining thoughts. I’m falling into you. I pull back, longing to return, enigmatically missing the feeling from mere seconds ago, I thrust again, deeper, as if I were attempting to expand you beyond what was possible. Your back arches and your head follow as I pull back on your braids as if you were my personal equestrian event. I feel you struggle to maintain your balance, I grip your waist to steady you, but in exchange, I give you more in thrusts. Feeling your ass jiggle with my rhythmical thrusts, the chorus of moans is broken by a sharp clap, as I smack your ass, surprising you with the sharp pain to intensify the continuing pounding and pleasure. Your moans intensify, as I feel your pussy grip me tighter and tighter in spasms, I feel waves of your delight coat my every throbbing member. I grab your waist tightly, forcefully pounding deeper and harder with renewed focus and determination, I feel myself losing control. The feeling growing, my dick stiffens, swells, and I thrust one final time as if I want you in two. My dick outside of my control convulses as my cum is forced out mixing within my tender gift’s treasure. As I arch back, my sweetness’s pussy is decorated with blissful ornaments of liquid decorations. She looks back deeply into my eyes, “Is daddy pleased?”

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