it’s a monsoon afternoon, it’s pouring outside. The sound of rain invokes the desire of being touched inside you. your body is trembling with the fire inside of you and you can feel things rising between your legs and it feels as if there would be someone in the same room as you, you’d let your desire come out and put that manhood to some good use and pour your all the filth out just like rainy droplets is boning mother earth. But your manager is pinging you over chat, for unfinished work. you see her avi, you think she must be burning with the same desire considering it is monsoon, you imagine her sex face, your subconscious makes you hear how she’d moan like with mixing her voices that you hear on a daily basis on a countless meeting with the pornstar you’re currently obsessed with. The thought of devouring her flower while you were with her on a work trip crosses your brain, you play with that thought for a while and the uncontrollable urge of filling her love holes makes your heart pounding, you can hear the voices of thuds with each heartbeat, a drop of sweat is crawling down from your temple to your ears. everything becomes mellow that does not have a shade of lust. your hands reach your handsome hood, you try to tame it but the desire is so tempting you ends up caressing him. you suddenly hear the voice of a door.