She Suck My Dick “I have something for you Sir.” You said with a minx look in your dark eyes.
He had no idea what she might be talking about since as far as he could remember the departmental reports had come in a timely fashion. Plus, he wasn’t aware he had requested additional documentation, however, the distinct change in her disposition intrigued him.
She Suck My Dick “Tickets to the concert this week…maybe?” he quipped, following her playful lead while his eyes dallied on the sensual curves of her V-neck blouse.
She waited effortlessly, patient to gauge his response as she thought about her delivery. Standing poised, long blond hair fell across her shoulders and down her back in full waves. Her beige and black colored Kashmir blouse fit well….in fact too well and the black skirt was deliciously snug. The sumptuous She Suck My Dick curves under her professional attire were no doubt the result of the times he had seen her dedicating her off-work routine to early morning workouts and jogs at the park. Plus, he had to admit, he loved her in those dark cinnamon red heels she chose to wear once in awhile. There was no question she was striking for a woman in her early thirties. He finished with a raised eyebrow-nothing more.
She continued, “I know we have been working hard getting out our organized documentation, but I thought I should share with you a document beforehand that may not pertain to the latest in an e-format”
“Ok…what is it you have?”
She had calculated over and over in her mind this very moment.
She Suck My Dick Walking around the corner of his desk, she offered a file that was uncharacteristic and larger than most he had seen
“Ok…what is it you have?”
She had calculated over and over in her mind this very moment.
Walking around the corner of his desk, she offered a file that was uncharacteristic and larger than most he had seen
