The office
For once, Sandrine, my director, helped me come to her office after work. That morning, she was wearing a blue suit with a short skirt, a beige blouse, pumps, and her legs were sheathed in light nylon.
Without a word, I sit in the visitor’s chair and wait for the rest. There, with a smile on her lips, she puts her feet on her armrests. Also, she spreads her thighs and under her short skirt, I observe the white flesh. She takes the jacket off her suit. Through the bodice, I can make out her bare chest.
She runs her hands over her chest over her garment. I lower my fly, freeing me at the same time.
-Perverse! She lets me go.
“Is that why you invited me?”
Sandrine, still smiling on her lips, opens her bodice, exposes her breasts. Then she pulls up her skirt, revealing her legs, as well as the pink triangle of her panties.
She puts her hands under her skirt and squirms in her chair to remove her underwear. I grope me without embarrassment while contemplating her bare lower abdomen.
With both hands, she pulls on her lips, to show me her vulva. It opens wide. I have her pearly clitoris in front of my eyes. With her breasts in the air, the skirt twisted around her waist, Sandrine begins to caress for herself.
“Maybe you want me to take over?” I tell him.
For any answer, she pushes her fingers into the slit. My desire is increasing. Unable to resist any longer, I desert my place to approach her. I rub shoulders with her. Massages her breasts and slips her hand between her thighs.
“Don’t you prefer my hand better?” I do to her, pinching the nipples.
The brown flesh stretches at the same time as the areolas become covered with goosebumps. The director abandons herself. I relieve myself of my pants. Sandrine fixes her greedy gaze at me. I wave my hand faster along with my member.
She gets up and climbs to the desk the next moment. On all fours. Thus, presenting me with her busty buttocks. A deep dark furrow separates them.
Turning her head towards me, she serves the thighs, revealing all the intimacy of her ass and her sex. Then she hollows out her loins and hands me her ass. I spread her buttocks, to see the dark pellet of the anus. Can I separate the fleshy folds of the slit, discovering a stall of bright purple meat that gives off a subtle smell. I feel seized by violent excitement.
With pleasure, I plunge my index finger into the burning opening of the vagina. Spins it to widen the slit from which large droplets of wet escape. Sandrine wiggles her buttocks. I insert a second finger into the sticky funnel of the.
After a few licks, I spread my buttocks and walked along the yawning slit. Then place my glans in front of the entrance to her vagina.
Sandrine is nervously agitated. It arches the back. Throws his ass in front of me. My glans spreads her lips, and disappears inside, as if sucked in by the wide orifice. I grab my principal with the hips and thrust it into her, extracting sighs from Sandrine. I do not care about my balls and start sliding back and forth. A sweet saline smell rises from the slit. Sandrine is agitated, leaning against the desk.
Jaws clenched, I as I dig my fingers into the firm flesh of her plump ass.
Sandrine takes advantage of my recovery in the visitor’s chair to make a phone call.
-No one...! “I will call back tomorrow,” she said, rising.
She is standing in front of me. She exposes her chest, swollen, very firm.
“How do you find her?” She lets me go.
-Not bad!
“My husband doesn’t think it’s swollen enough!”
I reach out my hands to take her breasts. I have fun kneading and swinging her tits. Her elongated nipples tense. She grabs my handle and forces me to stand up.
She leans against the wall. She grabs the still bandaged, to orient it in the hollow of her sex by rising on tiptoe.
Then she hoists one of her legs extremely high. My glans easily engulfs in her intimate lips. She moans, her face distorts, her eyes become blurred.
“Yes, oh it’s good! Fuck me again and again...
At that moment, the door opens, and Sabine appears. She is dressed in a pair of stockings with a garter belt. Between the peach-colored elastics stretched over her thighs. She stares at us with her delighted eyes, as she approaches. Sandrine sticks to me, digging her loins so that I penetrate her deeper.
Sabine puts her lips on my cheek. And slides them down until they stick to mine for a fiery kiss. I take advantage of the moment to send my index finger to make its way between Sabine’s buttocks. Her ass opens in my hands. My finger penetrates easily into her anus.
She lets out a moan as she makes her tongue dance a crazy ballet in my mouth. Sabine abandons my mouth to bend down to take a close look at our cocked cocks. Sabine’s anus is very flexible. Depending on my excitement, I join the middle and index fingers. Sabine lets out a throat scream. I catch his hand going back and forth between her thighs. Sandrine moves faster and faster on me. I feel the spasm of Sabine’s anus around my fingers. My very violent ejaculation floods her vagina.
The game is not over. Sabine turns her eyes on us without saying anything. My penis begins to loosen. All sparkling with Sandrine’s secretions. With disdain, Sabine grabs me by the tail and drags me to the armchair where she takes a seat. She spreads her legs. No need for an invitation, to bring my face close to her crotch.
Her finger-thick lips, with wet edges, stretch all the way down her slit that climbs high on her lower abdomen. Her half-open vulva has a hungry, coarse appearance that looks like a mouth. I target my tongue in the slit. I taste it, I noisily ingest the sweating secretions.
We hear more than the lapping of her, Sabine’s gasps. Sandrine stays in the background, her eyes fixed on us. Between two groans, Sabine lets go:
“You were right, he’s fantastic!”
I hold the button on my two fingers. It is quite swollen. I rolled it between my two fingers. Sabine, her eyes glazed, lets out a cry from her mouth. Frantically snorting her pelvis back and forth. She grabs me by the hair to press my mouth against her sex.
“Yes, eat it for me!”
Encourage, I go there with big licks. From time to time, I jerk her off with my nose. With her palms closed, her body spasmed by nervous spasms, uttering shrill cries, Sabine abandons herself to her orgasm. No time to soak up her orgasm that she already asks me to take her.
“Yes, I beg you, come to the very bottom of me!”
With my half-bandage in my hand, I swallow it without difficulty. Its dust is moist, hot, and narrow. My fingers cling to the elastic hips sheathed in nylon. I start powerfully back and forth. My starts to harden again. I piston her with quiet strength. She offers my blows. Flows, hisses, and moans. I grab a breast. The teased, the palp, the fiddle, grabbed the nipple that was pointing, crumpled it unceremoniously. She loves, rears up, and asks for more.
Sabine’s screams increase in intensity. Chopping is becoming more pronounced. It contracts, braces itself. She bellows her enchantment. His knuckles contact each other on the armrests of the chair. A violent tide escapes from his sex and rushes down my penis. Not being able to contain myself, I pour myself into her, in long squirts.
Then the two bodies collapsed, tightly welded together. Their juices, their sweats, their smells intermingle. Still embedded in each other, I catch my breath. Sabine lets my escape, to deliver sweet caresses of gratitude to Sandrine who has finally been able to fill her bubbling sensuality. It had been so long since she had taken her time to calculate.
Her eyes are rounded, a strange glow.
“What if tomorrow I invited Patricia for a little fuck?” She lets me go.
“Because she... also...
“She can’t refuse me anything, that bitch...” if she wants to keep her place in the service!
