I stop in front of you and bend at the waist, placing one hand on either arm of your chair. Your door stands ajar and I can see you sitting at your desk, frowning in concentration. The swell of my heavy breasts mounds over the top of my white lace bra, holding my blouse open. Clutching it in my fist, I hear your breathing grow ragged at my ministrations. You pivot your chair to face me with a cocked eyebrow and an expectant air. My tongue flicks the head of your cock for the first taste of sweeteness, then beginning at the base and working my way I coat your thick veined rod with my saliva. My tempo picks up as I feel your legs trembling. You know why I’m here. We are so close, I can feel your breathe brushing my skin.
