“Who’s my work whore” He murmured into my breast. I got home quickly and showered. My breasts were larger than most girls in the office, but my tummy was too. He didn’t need help, he continued to tease me and I began to push my hips to his face. I got home quickly and showered. I was going to be fucked by my boss in his office. His pace quickened and he began fucking my arse harder. I laid there and waited – he was late. He started to lift my skirt and lower my tights, “No panties? He didn’t need help, he continued to tease me and I began to push my hips to his face. My clothes were wonky and my hair a mess, red marks on my wrist. “Hello, Sophia, can I come in” Mr Cook said as he picked me up and tossed me onto the couch. With that I left feeling dirty and used but also liberated from such an amazing fuck.
