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what happened next will leave you breathless
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I'd head over to his office building in my executive wardrobe for a scheduled meeting.... I'd close the door and put one foot on his desk so my freshly shaven pussy would be mouth level. He'd grab my hips and slide his chair closer so that he could bury his face in my warm moist pussy. I would relax my knee bringing my ass down to rest on his desk while using my free hand to release his bulging manhood from its fabric trap. We both breath in knowing that the nosy bitch outside the door wants to know what this black nappy headed bitch wants and why he had to close the door and why she don't hear voices. Like a snake, in one move i slide onto his body.. Exposing my ample breasts to his hungry lips. I life his polo shirt and let my pussy rub against his waist while i slip the condom onto his Dick. He stops to look and i quickly refocus his Attention to my tits and like and like an acrobat i gracefully slide my wet pulsing pussy onto his huge cock. We share a deep breath and savor the moment. We move slowly at first..like an explorer in the dark..him feeling my walls to get his bearing..me tasting his lips and tongue to spark the flame that guides us. We move. Up and down. Back. Forth. Like a wave. As he enters me my clit is rubbing his curly soft bush and creating a sensation like touching a 9volt battery. We knock a book to the floor. We lock eyes. In that moment the passion intensifies. I'm swelling and im touching myself. My rythm is all knowing. I feel his dick contracting and growing inside of mr. His knuckles are red from gripping my ass and guiding me up and down in him. I'm not going to let him pull out this time. I want to see him explode with passion. I want that nosy bitch to be rubbing her own pussy while she's at the door listening. And then his movement stops abruptly. In the next second he grips my titties like a drowning man holding on to a life line and he stares intently into my eyes. I know the look. He thrusts in a spastic yet measured rhythm..
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