Darting into the room ahead of me, you pause in the center and give me a truly devious grin. Hooking a foot behind the desk chair, you roll it towards me and say, “You might wanna sit down for this.”
Determined to wipe the smug look off my face, you slowly trace your fingers up the curves of your body. My eyes follow every movement with blatant hunger. “For a man who’s gotten off twice in as many hours, you’re looking awfully worked up over there, Sir..” you coo at me. Before I can muster a retort, you tug the tiny straps of your dress off your shoulders. Waiting one breathless moment more, before you shimmy out of the dress completely.
Standing in a pool of fabric, you soak up my lustful expression. Your hands continue their wandering; pinching your nipples, squeezing, and caressing each bountiful curve. You step back and sink onto the mattress, spreading your legs for me. “Now you’ve got this pretty pink pussy all to yourself, Sir. Whatcha gonna do with it?”