Lunchtime with the Boss.

It is almost lunchtime. I am sitting at my desk staring at my computer. I hear my door open. I don't bother to look back to see who it is. I know it's him. He closes the door and turns the lock."Chris, we don't have time for this, your wife is coming for lunch in 20 minutes.""Baby, there is always time to fuck you," he says in a low voice.I feel him behind me. He reaches around me and slides his hands down my blouse and finds my nipples. He etimesgut escort pinches them hard, and I gasp in pleasure as he bites and kisses the back of my neck. I stand up and lean back against him, feeling his hard cock thrusting through his pants, rubbing against my ass. He turns me around and unbuttons my shirt, shoves my bra down over my tits. His mouth finds my nipples, hungrily sucking and biting eryaman escort them. His hand slides up my skirt, and my thighs spread almost against my will, as the pleasure fills my pussy with heat. I reach down and rub his hard throbbing, cock through his pants. I undo the top button of his pants, reaching inside to rub his dick. He groans and pushes my skirt up, slides my silky black panties off. He licks sincan escort his lips, admiring my garters and stockings. His hands slide to my ass and he picks me up, setting me on my desk. His pants and underwear slide down around his knees, and without any warning he thrusts hard into my tight pussy. I wrap my legs around him as he thrusts inside me. I want him deeper and further inside. He starts fucking me hard and fast. Pleasure shoots through my body, my hips rocking back and forth, meeting his every thrust. My first orgasm shatters me and I start to scream out my pleasure, but he puts his hand over my mouth, covering my scream of ecstasy. I lay back on the desk and his hands grip my tits, his thumbs rubbing my nipples.