Taisha sat at the table, and I stood near her. My hips rocked faster and faster, and the one syllable grunts began again. She was right, with the corner booth and full-length tablecloth no one could tell what was happening. I stood up and grasped the massager. “So what do you think of Chantelle and Michael Lizzie, aren’t they just gorgeous?” She asked. That is the hottest, sluttiest thing I’ve ever seen. At the end of the day, I sat at my desk with my chair all the way in, and slipped my left hand into my panties, fantasizing about being under her desk licking her cunt while I made myself come for her. “Oh Lizzie, it looks so red and stiff. I tried to imagine her tongue working between my labia, but my twisted mind took me to the image of me, totally naked, sitting on the top of my desk with my heels on opposite corners so my pussy was spread wide for her. I can’t wait till Sunday…”
“Damn Lizzie, look how you grab that cock. Please make me your fuck toy. Ah! The way those pants fit his ass…then I saw the bulge. We removed her pants and I got to wet her pussy, stopping just as I felt she was building toward her own climax.
