I’d still be shivering and groaning when a sudden pressure against my pussy lips would alert me to the fact that Andy wasn’t finished with me yet. Something about him just set my blood singing. Like all the men I find myself attracted to, Andy was completely unattainable. He’d flick them teasingly with his tongue, and it would feel heavenly. My right hand circled my stiffening nipple, cupped my breast and squeezed gently. Returning his attention to my body, he would kiss and stroke his way back up my legs, his strong hands encircling my ankles as he spread me wide. Easing my thong down over my hips, he’d slowly draw it down my legs. If anyone at work knew how I felt about him I would have been ridiculed for months. Oh, God…Cordy.”
Slowing only long enough to push my legs roughly back to my shoulders, he’d fuck me so deep it would verge on painful. The party was due to start in twelve hours. The way I would stroke his arm, lean in close to whisper
