I sit at my desk and I can’t help but fall into lustful thinking about the things I want to do to you.
Brooklyn, I miss attending to you in more ways than one. I miss your shy nature that would slowly melt away as I applied pressure with my aggressive nature.
The hot steamy sessions we had makes me crave a new experience that I cannot deny.
I try to focus on work that’s planted on my desk daily- but the deeper I fall into work the more I seem to day dream about you.
I see you coming into my office on the nights I’m stuck here, buried in work and making me fuck you on my desk.
Pushing me back in my chair, and letting me fucking your mouth right before you sit on it asking me to feel it politely.
I would love to put you on your back and devour you until you exploded for me. Holding your legs in place as you cum for me as aggressive as always.
I need it.
That satisfaction I receive when I watch and feel you slowly slip into pure orgasmic state has become a bit of a religious fantasy.
I want to stuff you in an abundance of ways in such a nasty fashion however this one in particular hasn’t left my mind since it’s entered.
We are in a lustful haze at my office, I strip you the hotter it gets. I work my way from your tongue, to your breasts, and as you moan for me I bend you over and eat your pussy from the back.
Eating pussy as I spread your ass and spank you. Aggressively, taking your orgasm the way I want you to cum for me. I’m not stopping till my beard is soaked of your juices.
After you cum, I place the head of my dick right between you legs at the entrance of the wet mess I just made.
As I slowly work the head inside you, your moans get intense as the head is not enough. You want more and you demand it.
As you tell me to fuck you harder- I oblige and fuck you till the sounds are satisfying your internal urge to the highest degree possible.
As you cum for me I cum for you. You tell your cumming and as you convulse for me and try to run, I pin you and and continue at the same pace.
As you continue to take the punishment- I get weaker and weaker by the stroke. I can’t hold on much longer.
As I tell you I about to cum, you lock your legs and beg for me to fill you up. On the third please I lose it and thrust one more time as I fulfill your request.
I continue to stroke your insides making the mess more prevalent…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uwu3bq/constant_daydreaming_mf
Damn that was hot. Well done.