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My co-worker is standing right behind me, discussing god knows what. All I can concentrate on is the heat raditating from his body. I don’t even think he knows how much I can feel it. My knees are shaking, trying to hold myself upright, instead of flying to the ground. Where they’d much rather be, in front of him. He asks if I’m joining some project going on today. I let him know that I won’t be joining him and enjoy the disappointed and confused look that comes across his face. While he isn’t looking, I’m sure to glance at his buldge shows through his slim cut pants, and I bite down on my pencil to muffle my moans.
We find ourselves alone in the office sometimes. Engaging in mundane, small chit-chat. Deeply engaging in eye on contact, like we both know we’re undressing each other. I have to keep myself from rolling my eyes at all mundane small talk and keep myself from just letting him know that my ass is available to him right here and now.
I Need To Fuck My Co-Worker
Throwing the pens and papers off the table, I want him to pick me up and toss me on the desk. Knock my legs apart with his knees and steal my breath with a deep kiss. Crashing and cracking of the computers being thrown off of our fuck pit. We’re going to tear this entire fucking office a part.
Overdue and late is what’s going to be all over my paperwork if I don’t get this fucking my co worker buisness out of my head. I just need one minute alone with him. I know we would both rock each others world.
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