#carillo

You were inconspicuously strapped to the chair in the corner of his office. The vibe attached to your panties was deliciously rubbing against your clit and making you squirm. Horacio was pretending to ignore you as he called on the phone and filled out paperwork at his desk.

He had promised you that if you could be good for him today, you could suck his cock from under his desk. But first, he was subjecting you to this sweet torture. Your hips undulated, trying to get more friction where you could but the movement caused the chair to creak.

Horacio snapped his head in your direction. "Quiet," he warned but his voice was husky and low and it only served to make you wetter. You furrowed your brows, sucking your lips in as you tried to hide the whimper that wanted to escape. You were so close to an orgasm and you knew that if you could just be good and hold back, he would reward you.

Your hips moved just right to keep the vibe against your clit and your legs trembled as the tightened coil in your lower belly snapped. You mewled out as you came and made a mess of the chair below you.