I think my cock grew three sizes at least. She helped me with her panties, hooking her thumbs in and pulling them down. Of course, she knew that. She smiled, her expert hands moving over my thighs, working on my zipper. Her nipples were a delight, dark in the center, the areolas puffy and protruding, just begging to be sucked. That was all, but it was more than enough.
Her movements were sure, confident, finding all the right points to make me gasp and moan out loud. She made the perfect legal secretary and I was certainly beyond grateful for her services. She was wet from m But she was a very unobtrusive sort of woman, expedient, efficient, compliant in every way. The heat in my groin increased from smolder to fire. Her breasts were eye-level, the silk of her blouse touching my cheek when she leaned over to reach a water bottle on my desk. I looked back at her and saw color flooding, high on her cheeks. My cock was still raging-there was nothing I could do about it. I think my cock grew three sizes at least. My cock practically sprang out of my pants, and her eyes lit up, delighted. I had not inquired about her heritage beyond that. She looked totally different, Miya but not Miya, and that was good. She smiled, her eyes softening, as she slipped behind my chair. She gasped when I licked at them, wiggling between my thighs. Miya sighed deeply when I did, her hand in my hair, her hips moving forward to give me more room. She came around the chair to stand in front of me, running her hand through my hair in a very un-secretary-like way. So instead, I pressed her down onto the desk in the space between, so she was lying across my blotter with all the notes I jotted down on my calendar and, sitting in my chair, I spread her thighs wide and licked her. On her knees, her skirt riding up from her foray on the floor, her blouse open to a generous V, at least from my angle, she was stunning, and when she lifted her eyes to mine—Christ! Miya was incredibly petite, probably no more than five feet tall if she was an inch-even in heels, and she wore those every day-her long, dark hair sleek and pulled back from her rounded face. Still, in that moment, something shifted in my perception of my secretary. She was American as far as I knew. Her nipples were a delight, dark in the center, the areolas puffy and protruding, just begging to be sucked. I sighed as the silky strands brushed over my thighs with her movements. Her clit was a tender surprise, like a large jewel in a tiny box, and I sucked it into my mouth, eager to taste her. My cock, no longer straining, free of its prison, was now trapped between our bodies as we rocked together on the desk. I thought about doing one of those movie-scene motions and sweeping everything off my desk, but there were client files and other important papers…it would have created more work than it was worth.
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