I stand frozen as your gaze challenges me – taunting me. If I could speak, I would beg you for it. XXNX I feel the beginning smoldering of anger. Then another. The offer has been there. How dare you believe that I can not face it! I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. Your door stands ajar and I can see you sitting at your desk, frowning in concentration. Unable to tease you without torturing myself, I place the head of your cock to my lips and slide your full length into my mouth and down my throat. The bitter, salty taste coats my tongue and throat as I slide your softening cock in and out of my mouth, catching all of your juice and ensuring I have relieved you of every speck of cum I can get. Your shock is apparant as you gasp and then moan with pleasure. Not for the benefit to me but simply because I want it. Your glasses laid to the side of your desk tell me the intensity you are investing in your current project.
