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She spoke in terse sharp tones as he entered – still with her back to him. She inquired of his progress and for him to inform her of the general project progress, and if he had completed her requested tasks. His nerves sparked – he flashed hot, his body trembled. Taking a deep breath – he spoke in muffled tones – she could tell from his tone that his work was incomplete. Interrupting him as he spoke – she barked out – no need to proceed then, when will you be finished – she demanded. Her mind raced, she hadn’t gotten all dressed and ready for her time to be wasted – she smirked as she turned. Her thoughts went to the satisfaction of her hunger, the pleasing of her needs, the rapture of delight only a quivering tongue and a throbbing shaft could appease.

 

Her eyes shot through him, his body quivered and trembled. His heart raced as she propped herself upon the credenza and ever so slowly spread her thighs exposing her lacy panties to his vision before crossing one leg over the other, letting her shoe slip off her heel and she gently swung her leg to and fro. His pants quickly grew tight as his eyes focused on her cleavage – she smirked seductively as she spied the pulsing bulge in his trousers. The tension was thick as the moments ticked by in silence. Finally, she spoke – her words rung in his ears – he nodded in agreement – he hung his head muttering that he would quickly complete the assignment. Hearing her tone change – he looked into her eyes – sparks flashed between them. He saw her hunger and he was eager to be the chef to feed her appetite. He stepped closer, she sighed as her body trembled as his hand touch her knee and slid slowly up her exposed thigh…

 

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She tipped her head back, her body flushing hot with excitement as the warmth of his breath traced the path forged by his fingertips over her silky flesh. She felt deliciously empowered with him kneeling before her. The throb of his thumb fluttered over the satiny lace of her panties. With increasing pressure, he caressed the petals of her flower, his lips and tongue, the dampness of his breath on her silky-smooth inner thigh made her pulse quicken. Slow and deliberately, he stroked his thumb up and down her now steamy slit. Feeling her wetness soaking her panties, he boldly slid his pleasuring digit beneath her lace purposely pulling them aside. Deftly he continued to stroke over the plumpness of her exposed treasures. Panting hot, her hips involuntarily began the rhythmic gyrations of pending delight. As his probing digit slipped between her lips, she emitted a faint yelp of excitement. Slowly and methodically, he extracted the slippery nectar from her buzzing hive and generously smeared it for the purpose of pleasure - up, over, and all around her quivering button of joy. She dug the points of her heels into his back as if encouraging her stallion to gallop. Her pointed, painted fingertips pierced onto his scalp as she pressed his face firmly between her trembling thighs.

 

His breath breezed over the lips of her secret flesh – his thumb continued to pressure and swirl about her throbbing jewel. His tongue flickered and fluttered, licked and delighted as it opened the safe holding the source of her tasty treasure. Feeling her body tremble, her thighs compressing his body, he stroked his hand upward over her satiny blouse squeezing at her breasts and twisting purposefully onto her nipples which were firm and yearning for pleasure of their own. Now panting hot, with nerves sparking in her cauldron, her flesh began to boil as the fluttering heat of his mouth muscle darted and danced to savor the steamy hot syrup oozing and dripping from her warm, fresh crepe. He gobbled and devoured the sweet deliciousness as his hands groped and twisted into her top. His fingertips teased and tempted her perky peaks as his mouth slurped and suckled her oozing fruit. Her legs compressed onto his flesh as her every nerve trembled with the pending pulse of explosive pleasure. Feeling her body quiver, the pant of her breath, he gasped for air before burying his face deep into her steamy hot pie. He devoured to her delight until she gasped and boiled over – her muffled squeal, the tremors pounding through her body – the tantalizing tweak of his digits on her nipples made her fruity filling spill forth. Her nails dug into his scalp, her pointed heels ground into his back as she rode her obedient steed to the pinnacle of delight.

 

He dared not to move as she trembled and bucked – she whelped and panted as the peak of climax rushed through her. Finally, catching her breath, she had but one task this evening for him to fulfill – she wanted, needed, demanded to be fucked. She pulled at him to stand over her – she wanted the magic of his mouth on hers – her desire to taste the fragrance on his lips and to feel the throb of his hot cock stuffing her hot biscuit. Sensing her desire, her want, her need made him bold and desirous – time to take the filly for a ride, time to dip deep into her slickened honeypot. No longer cowering in her employ, it was time to reveal his plan for her pleasure. He stood over her and kissed her long and passionately, his tongue darted over her lips and danced with hers until they both panted breathless. His hands roughly squeezed under her arms and pulled her to her feet. He towered over her – he gazed deep into the sparkle of her eyes, hypnotized by her passion, he spun her about and thrust her chest down to the cool, hard marble tabletop.

 

The coolness of the stone made her partially exposed chest tingle as her breasts compressed into the hardness. She squirmed about as his fingers squeezed into the soft flesh of her thighs, forcefully pulling them apart. Quickly pushing her skirt up over her ass, his fingers grazed against the slippery heat of her pulsing pussy as he roughly pulled her dampened panties to the side. She trembled in anticipation as she heard the clink of his belt buckle hit the floor. Her knees weakened when his hands groped beneath her and squeezed onto her breasts, the twist of his fingertips pinching perfectly over her hardened peaks reignited her spark and she flushed hot and wet with desire. The hot, hard tip of his throbbing tool bounced and teased against her sweet and juicy, luscious lips. Pushing back, gyrating her hips - her body was begging him to fill her, to stir his stiffened ladle into her steamy, wanting cauldron. He heard her moan as he glided effortlessly through her slick, plump lips – teasing as he poked and prodded the head of his cock over her pulsating love button. With every muscle trembling in anticipation, she writhed about – the sizzle of his fingers on her nipples – she squealed out for him to just fuck her. His shaft slithered slowly, caressing the pulsating petals of her flower, slipping, and sliding before plunging slowly and deep into her. Her pussy was hungry to be fed – and throbbed as it gobbled him up. Pushing in to her depths – she felt him fill her – he paused for an instant before plunging quickly in and out of her now voracious vagina. With his hands kneading the swell of her chest, he pulled her firmly onto him – in and out he thrust to the rhythm of her gyrating hips.

 

He was panting as his hardened tool slurped in to extract her juicy nectar. His tongue twitched – needing to taste her sweet fruit as it boiled once again. Squealing as he quickly spun her around – their eyes met for an instance as she lay spread open before him. She quivered when the warm suction of his mouth sucked onto her nipple. Her fingertips compressed into his scalp as she pushed him lower. With the feel of his tongue fluttering lower – she wrapped her legs around him – every nerve fired hot, her body convulsing with the delicious delight of satisfaction as his tongue lapped luxuriously over her delicious dessert…

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