I SHOULD BE WRANGLING DATA

I should be wrangling data-But instead, I cannot stop thinking about having a boy flaunt himself before me as I work. Temptingly nude and plugged, he would be assigned some easy household chores, but he would never be allowed out of my sight. As the day progressed, I would ease into it, whispering soft praise-Mmm, sweetie, I love the pretty curve of your ass - or - You're making it really hard to concentrate, bending over the table like that, gorgeous-When I could no longer resist, I would finally call him over. I would run my hands over his body, caressing every inch, watching, listening for that special whimper or gasp that told me exactly where he aches to be touched. Then, I would kiss, lick, nip, and pinch the areas around it. Oh, look at you, honey - already so hard and hot. You're dripping, and I've barely touched you. Your pretty cock is aching for what - my hand? My mouth? Mmmm, you look like the perfect midday treat - I would barely rub the tip against my lips, moaning roughly. I might reach around to gently pull on the plug, the slowly take the tip in my mouth as his ass swallows it again. I would do it until his knees shook, then stop, wipe my mouth, and ask him to help me strip. I want him to see how hard my nipples are, and how soaking wet I am. Then I would let him touch me - slide his fingers between my folds to find my clit hot and throbbing, looking deep in his eyes for that telltale shine of hunger -Then, I would gently move his hand and sit back down. You're being terribly distracting, sugar, but I've got to work. If I fall behind, I can't tell my boss 'it's late because I was pegging my sweet little cockslut', can I? Go over there and reorganize my books. Mmhmm. Yes, the ones on the bottom shelf. As he knelt and bent over, arched and vulnerable, to move the books, I would take him in. Soft, sweet, plug peeking from between his cheeks, and would stroke my clit, teasing myself with thoughts of all I would do when the game reached a crescendo ... When he turned around, and gasped at the sight of me with my leg slung over the arm of the chair, spread wide and stroking, I would beckon to him with a crooked finger - probably wet and red-tipped with friction. Crawl to me, sweetness. Like the needy boy you are. Once he was kissing close, I would spread wider and let him see and feel my heat, as my other hand slid down his torso to caress his cock to hardness again. I would stroke until it seeped with need, then gather it up and rub it on my swollen clit. Now our wetness is mixed, angel. Want. to taste? You're nodding, but you need to use your words. Yeah? Ooh, that sounded needy. How delicious.I would let him lick me, swirl his tongue on my swollen bud just enough to make him whimper and chuff with hunger, then gently push him away. If your tongue feels that heavenly, how would your cock feel in my pussy? It's sooo fucking delicious, you say? Mm, I felt that in my clit, but you need to watch that filthy mouth, honey. Do you want to make me come? Soon. But, now, be a love and make me a cup of tea. A little later, as he boiled the water, I would sneak behind him, pull out the plug, and replace it with a lubed finger. I would wait until he felt my strap against his hip, then groan into his shoulder blade as he arched and bent over the counter, ready to receive any stimulation I saw fit to give him...And I would fuck him until he dribbled honey on the floor, then guide his head between my thighs, under the strap, and let him lick and finger me to coming. After my pussy still snapping with orgasm, I might return the favor, sucking on the tip of his cock while I fingerfuck his ass...But maybe not. I might leave him needy and dripping. After all, dinner needs to be made.#daytime

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