Her phone dinged as she stood at the window of her now empty office. The light filtering through the blinds highlighted her sun-bronzed skin and made her loosely fitting floral print blouse translucent.
She smiled at her phone, then placed her hands behind her head and stretched in an exaggerated fashion. Her blouse pulled tautly against her breasts, causing some arousal as the material moved against her nipples. She took one last look outside and closed the wooden slats so that barely a sliver slipped through.
Her heels clicked on the wooden floor as she moved towards her desk. She checked her phone once more before discarding it and pulling her blouse from her skirt.
She took a deep breath and, with practiced ease, ran her hands down and over her silk covered breasts, then back up. Her mouth was open now and her breathing started to change. One hand slipped under her blouse while the other dipped below the waistband of her skirt.
A moan escaped her lips as the stimulation brought by her own hands started to rise in her core. She tried to move faster, but her clothing was too restrictive. Her fingers deftly moved to the buttons of her blouse and soon it was on the floor.
Her bra quickly followed and with her breasts free, she kneaded them roughly, pulling and pinching her nipples before bringing them each in turn to her lips. Her hips rotated and thrusted of their own volition as her nipples grew hard and long under the ministrations of her tongue.
With a pop, she let the puffy tip slip from her mouth and let both hands slither sensually down to her skirt. The zipper opened easily, and with one smooth movement, it joined her blouse on the floor.
Heels clicking again, she walked with purpose to the purse sitting on her desk. Reaching in, she found what she was looking for and pulled out a long glass dildo. She smiled as she brought it to her lips, before bathing it with her tongue and let it glide down to her pussy.
Her panties were in the way, though. Once they were discarded, she moved her plush leather chair away from her desk and sat with her knees over the arm rests.
She bit her lip as she teased the dildo along her slit. With her lips slippery and swollen, she eased the fat helmet-shaped head just inside and moaned aloud at the pleasurable intrusion.
Inch by inch, the transparent glass disappeared inside her until she could take no more. Using both hands, she pulled it back, then began to thrust. It was tight at first, but as she slowly increased the tempo, her creamy coating made it easier to plunge the glass warrior unimpeded into her depths.
As her speed increased, her soft belly heaved, her breasts rose and fell, and she began to sweat as her body ascended towards the peak she so desperately sought.
Her cries and moans grew closer together and her hips became restless as the dildo did its job. Her moans became expletives and her head swiveled violently as she reached the point of no return.
When she dropped over the edge, her thighs squeezed together and her hips rolled and humped uncontrollably while the wave washed through her.
She smiled and hummed contentedly as she gradually came back to earth. Then she opened her knees once more, eased the dildo from her pussy’s grip, and brought it to her mouth to erotically wipe it with her tongue.
Seemingly satisfied with the taste of her creamy cum, she grinned naughtily and looked at the camera, “I hope you enjoyed show my love.”
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