Sitting at my desk thinking about last night. How hard your cock was. How it felt trying to fit it down my throat. The struggle and gag it gave me, how wet it made me, the tears it gave me.
I can’t stop thinking about the way your hard cock felt when my pussy lips slid down it, the feeling as I inserted it. Sliding up and down, grinding back and forth.
The way you flipped me to my back and started to slam into me. The closeness, the feel of your breath against my neck. The long hard thrusts.
The way you flipped me again, raised my hips and entered me again with that hard cock. Leaning over me telling me how much you wanted my ass. Pounding into me as I rubbed my clit, I cum, my pussy gripping and pulsating around your hard cock.
You turned me to my side holding my left leg up straight. I can’t stop thinking about the deep thrust. The way you looked down at me. I reached around and inserted my fingers into my pussy with your cock feeling you slide in and out. Watching your face, hearing you moan, feeling my pussy pulsate as I cum again.
You start to to cum, I can feel your hard cock as you cum, the warmth of it, the stickiness. Watching you, the look of pleasure, the look of release.
You pull out, as I remove my fingers I scoop your warm, sticky cum from my pussy. I taste you. Your flavor, the sweet saltiness mixed with my own pussy juices.
Sitting at my desk, wet pussy, squirming, tingling. Looking forward for the day to finish. So I can return to that hard cock and enjoy it with lust once more.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dwfogj/sitting_at_my_desk_fm