You smile shyly and tell me that you get really wet as my mind ponders why you’re draping your work seat. Your body shakes as you cum yet again. Friend’s is what we are and what we have maintained being…..at least that’s what I thought until last Thursday. I help you up and bend you over in your work chair as I grab my cock with one hand and your plump cheek with the other. Feeling yourself get wetter the more I pound your mouth as your other set of lips get prepared for the same treatment. I place my hand on your desk and the top of your cubicle as you pleasure my manhood. Instead I keep turning my head around looking over my shoulder so I won’t expose my bulge and offend you in anyway. As the hustle and bustle gets back into full swing you walk pass my cubicle with a stack of folder under one arm as you suck on a lollipop.
