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Do you need it right right now? Yeah, you reply, a slightly harder edge creeping into your voice, I need it. Now. I sigh dramatically. Okay. I guess I’ll help you. Standing up it’s fairly obvious that my dick is hard, and I have to quickly adjust it to be able to walk down the hall. Your eyes sparkle with glee as you turn to go towards the supply room, and I swear your ass is swishing back and forth in exaggerated loops, determined to wring as much out of the situation as you possibly can. I am again imagining your thoughts: I know, right? Fucking sexy. I unlock the supply room door and, seeing that no one is watching, forcefully shove you inside, and then I am on you. You kiss me back with a fierce whispered craving, your tongue in my mouth as I am hurriedly unbuttoning the blouse hiding your secret sexywear from our coworkers. Halfway down I give up and I’m roughly pulling your breasts free, my lips worrying your nipples as you gasp sharply, pulling my hair, whispering obscenities. ' Just as it fuckin' should be, I thought. I'm not one to go slopping my life about everywhere. I rolled over and hauled her up, kissed her gently. Don't like the taste of my own cum much, but it was plain she needed coaxing some. Her hips rolled against my cock and she raised one leg slightly.'Fuck me now, studly. I want slow and luxurious.''Sure. Gonna have to earn it though.' Her body tensed but I pinned her, let my cock brush the rim of her damp pussy; she wriggled and pushed up, managed to get half an inch into her but I pulled back. Cruel Doug.'Don't be mean, ' she muttered, and tried to push up again. I held her down.'One inch for each thing you know about me, girl, and no guessin'.' I tried to sound stern but she giggled and relaxed.'Hell, first thing is, you're a lot of fun. Never known a guy make me laugh so easy.' Aw shucks. I let her have an inch and then held myself still.'Next? You go too slow we gotta start over.' She rolled her eyes as I flexed myself inside her.'Mebbe.
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I adjust the boner pressing into my jeans to maximize my mobility, I have the feeling I’m going to need it. She gives me a look before straightening up and lowering the coat to her elbows exposing her shoulders. ‘Tell me what you want to do to me,’ she demands eyeing the bulge in my pants. ‘Well for starters,’ I begin slowly making my way around the obstacle between us, ‘I want to get you out of that jacket.’ I make a grab for her as she turns and darts into my bedroom. I catch her at the door by the cord of her coat and pull her against me. ‘Gotcha!’ I gloat wrapping my free arm around her waist. She struggles against me causing me to become even more aroused. ‘I told you to take this off,’ I breathe into her ear pulling the jacket down firmly and dropping it on the floor at our feet. ‘Look at you,’ I whisper kissing the back of her neck softly. She lets out a small moan. I start with her breasts and lightly massage them in my hands. She leans forward enjoying the sensation. ‘Put.

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