Which makes it even harder to respect her. I pull her all the way off, a nasty string of spit still connecting us, my cock completely soaked in her drool. But her face is flushed and sweaty, her hair disheveled. My dick stirs in my pants. Tan lines part way down them where she wears a bikini. I let her legs drop down and dangle over the edge of the desk, leaning my upper body down to lay on top of her. Finally she exhales and lets out an inadvertent moan of ecstasy, a raspy guttural sound. The slightest sheen of sweat on her neck and arms. I crane my head to continue watching. So she can literally be looking down on people. A little bit of mischief never hurt anyone. She literally couldn’t be any more fuckable. Sticky wet sounds as her spit is churned around on the inside. I give them one last squeeze through her shirt and then make sure she’s as much back into her original position as possible.
