“The Sprite is for my son, Travis,” he said, motioning to the boy on the couch without looking up from his desk. Amateur porn I walked to my boss’ desk and bent over it. Exposed. I took it to the young man, smiling at him despite the fact that he seemed unable to look up from my chest. Despite the barrier of lace, my tightly closed thighs, and my hatred of the man, I could feel my cunt twitching and growing hot against Pete’s probing finger. Better to take my punishment and move on. “Jesus boy, she won’t break. “What about that?” he asked. But I didn’t bother pulling away as he brushed his hand against the back of my thighs, just below the hem of my skirt. “Continue, Miss Cranston,” he said. Shaver’s desk. “Continue, Miss Cranston,” he said. Despite the barrier of lace, my tightly closed thighs, and my hatred of the man, I could feel my cunt twitching and growing hot against Pete’s probing finger.
