Another day at the office

. The boss smiles at me as he moves to his chair. I look down at the floor like a shy child. He is not very formal with me or at all so it’s a little unnecessary to call him the boss. Spinning around with a diesel and a buttoned black shirt with the sleeves struggling to the limit to stay in one piece. His hair is wavy and black, making his blue eyes just more blue and bristly a week old straining to kiss his lips. It’s already Thursday, and there’s an event we’re having in the evening, some launch event for a new club, and a booze for the residents of Afeka, Tzahala and Co.. Our bartenders have to report at five and open five positions and two separate whiskeys and wine. Operation is not simple, and it is possible that Yuval will ask for my help. I get up to make myself a cup of coffee and naturally I ask the boss if he joins me. He said he had no time and had to run home to change for the occasion. I convince him to stay, and by the time he finished the kettle he agreed. Happily, the coffee spilled lightly on my shirt as we drank. When he got up, he stretched and every muscle in his hands stretched before my astonished eyes. I get up right after him and ask him to ride home so I can get dressed too. We got into the car, and as if the Hendrix (that’s the only thing between the 20 cm we share) gave us both molecules of attraction to each other. The look that intersects at the corners of his eyes when he looks at the central mirror makes me waves of heat forcing me to change my underwear too. We stopped him first because I live right next to ” heavans cocktails ”. This tension, on the three floors of the elevator, not to tear the shirt off and rearrange the freesia, made me reluctant to come across his look for another second, but on the other hand it was impossible. He enters the apartment and I follow him. She’s messy, smelling like a mix of a lot of whiskey with aftershave, a bit of grass with 10cc of stocking juice or, in short, a man the way a man is supposed to be, and just as I want him. I wait in the living room, trying not to pry. He asks me if I want his girlfriend’s shirt because she sure will not come back and take her already. I am surprised at the wording of his question. ” What do you mean, will not you come back? ” And all the hope and expectation that he could not tolerate her anymore, because there is someone else he wants. He did not hear me ask, and I hear only the water in the shower running over him and stroking every bit of it, and millions of little drops are doing what I’ve wanted for so long. Clinging to the door to listen, and giving the most authentic soundtrack for the fantasies that are forming in my head right now. How I cling to him, surprise him with a kiss on the slope between his neck and Nablus, he turns to me, half surprised, half flattered, examining me from scalp to demon, giving half a smile, full of self-satisfaction, and begins to kiss me with tremendous passion. He starts biting a quick lick in the ear, goes down the neck, goes up, and I melt in his arms. His warmth is camouflaged by the heat of the water. He twists me quickly with my face to the wall. He weakens the tap and the flow is as weak and hot as the rain of a summer day. He spreads my legs by sliding over his leg, pushing mine. My hands are held on the wall with one hand, while the other hand pleases every possible place between my legs … He controls me completely without touching me at all, and no matter how he touches, I even take off. He sits down on the floor, his mouth gently kissing my clitoris, and I start moaning like a marathon. He licks right in place, rhythmically and forcefully, and I finish again and again. He controlled me so much that he would not even let me kiss him for a second, only that I would. I finish again, and shout with constant sighs to stop, my glass can not anymore. When he stops, I am so grateful that I come down to him with enthusiasm and love. His cock is average so you can go down and play with him fun. He stands up and I on my knees licking his balls, sucking him at the height of the fun. He picks me up and sticks my back to the wall one at a time. We look one deep look into the other, kissing passionately, I wrap one leg around his waist, and he attaches her sister to her, his hand lifting me from the ass. One finger in my hand is very tightly attached to my ass. On one hand and around him he takes me to bed. He puts me on the bed and himself above me. He enters me slowly, and I feel every inch of his penis, every artery sticking out there, to the end (his, not mine) … He sits on his knees and lifts Agni to him and knocks me so well that the neighbors hear. I’m fed up with his bossyness already and I’m turning things around. She stops and sits on my lap and puts him down with a kiss that comes down from her lips to the eggs. After kissing him in greeting, I ride his dick, circling circularly up and down, and I feel pleasure. He bites his lips and I go down and lick them, he stretches his neck, closes his eyes, tries not to finish this pleasure. He looks at me and says, with the most “saved” look that could be, “Sarit, I’m going to finish.” I smile at him for approval, because he has done it over and over. The pace is increasing and the sweat on both of us connects with the water from before. He finishes and I break into his embrace. The water stopped, I hear him dressing. I knock on the door: “Can I have a minute, if you’re done?” (I could not ask anything more than a retard?) – “Yes” in his bass voice from behind the door. I’ve never seen him without a shirt, and I’m amazed. Just like in fantasy. He caught that thought and his ego smiled to the floor. The moment of fantasy passed here. I move half a hesitant step toward him, he’s half to me, this look again. We kiss and from here … well, he met all expectations. Even a little longer than I fantasized

 

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