I would like to say I was alright, all this time. I would like to say that I could cum while having sex with someone else without thinking of you. I would like to believe that there wasn't this unbelievable sexual tension between us. But there is. I feel it. I feel it everyday. I'm distracted at work until you come in, and when you do come in, I'm even more distracted.
You touched me today. I think you think your just fooling yourself, thinking that I would have you bend me over the back of my car, your desk, whatever happens to be around and the right height, but your not. I wouldn't tell a soul. I keep wanting to find a way, just to experience that moment. That moment of you pulling my hair and pushing into me.
I know you love my tits. I see it, I see the desire. I see the way you smile for me, and I know you don't give that to many people. I would love to accidentally 'slip' and show you more.
The thought of you controlling me and fucking me like I'm just a piece of meat excites me more than you ever could know.
You touched me today. I think you think your just fooling yourself, thinking that I would have you bend me over the back of my car, your desk, whatever happens to be around and the right height, but your not. I wouldn't tell a soul. I keep wanting to find a way, just to experience that moment. That moment of you pulling my hair and pushing into me.
I know you love my tits. I see it, I see the desire. I see the way you smile for me, and I know you don't give that to many people. I would love to accidentally 'slip' and show you more.
The thought of you controlling me and fucking me like I'm just a piece of meat excites me more than you ever could know.
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