You’ve been teasing me all day. Pictures of your cock, rock hard and poking out from your lap behind your desk. Working from home has it advantages. The naughty pictures you send during your lunch break make me squirm a little when I get them in public places. But I always check them right away, no matter who is in the room.
I’ve been unrequitedly turned on all day today, unable to focus, soaking through my panties and feeling every brush against my nipples like live wire. But I’m almost home now and I am going to make sure that I get a little payback.
You met me at the door in those damn gray sweats. I had texted you when I’d be home before I left work plus snapshot of my very soaked panties. I was gratified to see that you had a tent in your pants and small but growing wet spot.
I didn’t speak and after one very intense look, neither did you. I put my things down and walked over to you. My eyes locked on yours as I finally got close enough to grip your erection through your sweats. I gripped you roughly trying to communicate to you how much your pictures had absorbed my mind and body while I was at work. Stepping back, i don’t let go, and I lead you by the cock to the bedroom.