I’ve felt your eyes on me all day, watching me work, fantasizing what I’d look like without my clothes on. It wasn’t until you walked into my office that I finally had a chance to see what you were made of. You walk into my office to see me leaning against my desk with my shirt unbuttoned and my tits struggling against the fabric. I walk over to the door, close it and lock it. I then look over to you and I take off my shirt completely, taking my bra off with it. You look at me like a lamb looks at a lion right before the kill.
I step up to you, so close that you could feel my heat on your skin. I take your shaking hand and I make you cup my breasts. You take it on from there, rubbing your thumb over my nipples and pulling them gently. I see that you’re enjoying yourself, so I grab you by your collar and pull you into me. Your hands are still on my breasts as I unbuckle your belt and tug your shirt out of your pants. I pop the buttons off of your shirt from ripping it off of you and I bite down hard onto your shoulder.