The sexual tension was building all day. A slight touch of your neck making you shiver in anticipation and your pussy flood; breaking the tiny amount of concentration you were already struggling to keep with me keeping close company through the day – last nights orgasms fresh in your mind.
You know that I have plans for you. You know that you’re going to give yourself to me. The thought of being used as my fuck toy consuming your thoughts; with me grabbing your throat and whispering how much of a slut you are for me in your ear whenever we have the office to ourselves.
In the passenger seat of my car – you’re mine. My hand between your legs rubbing your pussy through your pants, making you wetter and wetter until I can feel it through the fabric. You try and stop me by moving my hand away but quickly realise there is no point. I own your pussy and will do with it as I please, wherever I please. You want this.