She pours coffee and takes it to his office, intending to place it on the desk without interrupting. Before she can turn to go he holds up a hand, then leans back in the chair and begins to unbuckle his belt.
She sinks to all fours and crawls toward his hanging cock, mind already quieting, softening. He places his hand over the phone and whispers, “Just warm it, don’t suck.” She nestles under the desk and his hand caresses the top of her head. She takes him in, soft, the cropped pubic hair full of his scent. She presses her nose into him and moans contentedly as she feels his pulse on her tongue.
She loses track of time until he hangs up the phone and smiles down, “Now the balls, Kitten.” She unsheathes him from her mouth, half hard, gently takes in his sack and lets his slickened cock drag luridly over her face, coming to rest on her forehead and covering one eye. It is not dignified, and she doesn’t care.
He sighs contentedly, takes a sip of coffee, begins to type. She waits, swirling her tongue slowly, absently, over the smooth skin. She notices a small tear on his dress pants and makes a mental note to mend it.
“Time for the next call, Kitten,” he guides his cock back to her mouth. For the next 20 minutes she can feel him harden and soften again a few times. He sips more coffee, makes notes, comments on the call. Her jaw aches. She forgets herself once as she feels him engorging and begins to suck, to milk him with her lips. He delivers a sharp kick to her ribs that will bruise later, and laughs at something on the call. He’s very hard.
He shifts in the chair and presses her head insistently. The tip of his stiff cock seeks the gentle resistance at the back of her mouth, and then pushes past it. Her mind goes fuzzy again as her throat yields, she breathes deep through her nose and her eyes are watering. She can feel her cunt soaking her panties and she shifts to straddle his foot, arms curling around his calf. He pats her head and she begins to grind on the toe of his dress shoe, reminds herself she will not suck, only warm him.
When the call finally ends she is only vaguely aware. Her mascara is gone and spit has adhered the front of the dress to her body. He stands and pins her head against the desk, and begins to fuck her mouth.
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