shoulders enhancing her sexy golden skin, she was gorgeous. The aura of self-assurance surrounding her fascinated him.
Dropping his gym bag on the ground, he walked over to his laptop to take a quick glance at his email. He had mistakenly left his webcam recording. Fast-forwarding through the media file, he stopped and played it at regular speed when he saw the image of Alexandra Berte fill his screen. He lowered his face for a closer view. His breath caught when the woman walked toward the large glass window in her office.
Bent at the waist, she hoisted her skirt up, her face creased in disgust. Excitement rushed through him when he took in her half-naked lower body. He knew that even over her clothing she was a sexy little package, but shit, this was his own private strip show. Fuck, the woman had perfect legs.
Slack-jawed, he watched her struggle to remove the sheer material of her nylons. In the process, she exposed every sensual curve for his viewing pleasure. He continued watching her limp and wiggle. He gulped, and her sexy, round ass jiggled in her panties…her teeny, tiny panties.
Chest heaving and almost falling out of her purple top, she bent forward some more, giving him a clear bird’s-eye view of her creamy breasts. Caught on something, she tumbled backward. Her body turned until her mouthwatering ass kissed the glass, leaving an imprint of two perfect globes. Face red with frustration, she tried to stand without falling over.
His throat was dry, and his hands were in fists. He wanted to reach out and help her balance. At long last, she got the offensive material off. Tossing the torn nylons on the floor, she stomped on them. He chuckled at the glare she threw the fabric as she threw it in the trash.
She turned her still-pink face and flashing eyes to glance at his office. Oblivious to his webcam recording, she sat down, fixed her drooping ponytail, and went to work. He fast-forwarded until he saw her stand, grab her bag, and walk out.
Still dazed and with his heart racing, he went to clean himself up. One of the perks of his position was a large, private bathroom with shower included. Replaying the scene he’d just watched, he looped the part where her ass and breasts jiggled for him.
Stripped of his sweaty workout gear, he threw the clothing in the laundry pile, walked into the tiled cubicle, and shut the glass door behind him. Erection throbbing, he soaped his body.
He fisted his dick in a chokehold and thought of sexy Alexandra. Looking for some relief over the lust that surged at thoughts of her, he squeezed, groaning. Images of her sexy mouth, luscious tight nipples, and legs spread open for him to fuck, took over his mind. Eyes closed, he fisted tight and grunted. He thrust his full length into his hand. He pictured her sucking him deep in her mouth.
In the best erotic scene he had ever conjured, she pinched at her taut nipples, blew him, and whimpered in the back of her throat. Her skin was flushed with arousal, and he pictured her growing bolder. She’d pull him out and suck him in, her cheeks hollowed to a suction grip on his dick. In his mind, she ran her tongue on the underside of his cock and his balls drew tight. He worked himself faster in his fist. She opened her throat and took him so far he was unable to see any of himself outside her lips. Inside his head, he fisted her hair and thrust into her lips. The imagined Alexandra hummed in approval at his aggression. He groaned and intensified the pumping of his hand.
“Fuck!”
The tingle of his climax approached in record time. He formed images of her hand jerking him at the same time she blew him. Tension coiled in his gut, and he watched her suck him deep and swallow when he came in her mouth. His movements became short and jerky, and he groaned and shot his semen all over the tiled wall. He leaned against the cool surface and panted.
Her image alone had given him one of the most intense orgasms of his life. His mind wondered
Dropping his gym bag on the ground, he walked over to his laptop to take a quick glance at his email. He had mistakenly left his webcam recording. Fast-forwarding through the media file, he stopped and played it at regular speed when he saw the image of Alexandra Berte fill his screen. He lowered his face for a closer view. His breath caught when the woman walked toward the large glass window in her office.
Bent at the waist, she hoisted her skirt up, her face creased in disgust. Excitement rushed through him when he took in her half-naked lower body. He knew that even over her clothing she was a sexy little package, but shit, this was his own private strip show. Fuck, the woman had perfect legs.
Slack-jawed, he watched her struggle to remove the sheer material of her nylons. In the process, she exposed every sensual curve for his viewing pleasure. He continued watching her limp and wiggle. He gulped, and her sexy, round ass jiggled in her panties…her teeny, tiny panties.
Chest heaving and almost falling out of her purple top, she bent forward some more, giving him a clear bird’s-eye view of her creamy breasts. Caught on something, she tumbled backward. Her body turned until her mouthwatering ass kissed the glass, leaving an imprint of two perfect globes. Face red with frustration, she tried to stand without falling over.
His throat was dry, and his hands were in fists. He wanted to reach out and help her balance. At long last, she got the offensive material off. Tossing the torn nylons on the floor, she stomped on them. He chuckled at the glare she threw the fabric as she threw it in the trash.
She turned her still-pink face and flashing eyes to glance at his office. Oblivious to his webcam recording, she sat down, fixed her drooping ponytail, and went to work. He fast-forwarded until he saw her stand, grab her bag, and walk out.
Still dazed and with his heart racing, he went to clean himself up. One of the perks of his position was a large, private bathroom with shower included. Replaying the scene he’d just watched, he looped the part where her ass and breasts jiggled for him.
Stripped of his sweaty workout gear, he threw the clothing in the laundry pile, walked into the tiled cubicle, and shut the glass door behind him. Erection throbbing, he soaped his body.
He fisted his dick in a chokehold and thought of sexy Alexandra. Looking for some relief over the lust that surged at thoughts of her, he squeezed, groaning. Images of her sexy mouth, luscious tight nipples, and legs spread open for him to fuck, took over his mind. Eyes closed, he fisted tight and grunted. He thrust his full length into his hand. He pictured her sucking him deep in her mouth.
In the best erotic scene he had ever conjured, she pinched at her taut nipples, blew him, and whimpered in the back of her throat. Her skin was flushed with arousal, and he pictured her growing bolder. She’d pull him out and suck him in, her cheeks hollowed to a suction grip on his dick. In his mind, she ran her tongue on the underside of his cock and his balls drew tight. He worked himself faster in his fist. She opened her throat and took him so far he was unable to see any of himself outside her lips. Inside his head, he fisted her hair and thrust into her lips. The imagined Alexandra hummed in approval at his aggression. He groaned and intensified the pumping of his hand.
“Fuck!”
The tingle of his climax approached in record time. He formed images of her hand jerking him at the same time she blew him. Tension coiled in his gut, and he watched her suck him deep and swallow when he came in her mouth. His movements became short and jerky, and he groaned and shot his semen all over the tiled wall. He leaned against the cool surface and panted.
Her image alone had given him one of the most intense orgasms of his life. His mind wondered
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