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2022-08-11
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downtown

Summary:

being under Eve Fletcher’s desk while eating her out…

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Eve could barely finish what she was typing, her fingers twitching as she clicks the keys slower than usual. Her heart was threatening to break out of her chest both from arousal and fear that someone might come in her office and see you, see what you're doing to her—even though you're sheltered under her desk.

She might as well stop pretending to work because her attention certainly wasn't in it anymore. Her gaze flickers from you to the door, constantly on alert. Earlier, someone had walked past her office and her hand instantly grabbed your hair away from her cunt, with you mumbling an ‘ouch’ with how tight she was holding it–but all in good fun, because it sure sent a tingle between your own thighs.

“Sorry, baby,” she smiled apologetically, her grip relaxing and slowly guiding where your tongue should be. Eve sighed, leaning back in her chair. She bites her lip as you look at her through your lashes, gaze locked in hers and never faltering away. You want to see every reaction, every twitch of her lips, every roll of her eyes.

You decided that she'd suffered enough from your teasing, you licked her folds with long and flat strokes, kissing and suckling on her clit.

The buildup of your ministrations, including the risk of being caught makes Eve cum in record time, her thighs tensing and closing around your head. Her lips are parted as she catches her breath.

The woman plucks some tissue from her desk and wipes the sheen of sweat on your forehead. She goes to wipe her cum off your mouth but hesitates. Her eyes flicker to the door, the window, and count up to ten seconds.

No one passes by, so she guides you to sit on her lap. You remove her glasses and let her claim your lips, tasting herself from your tongue. She's still a bit nervous so the making out doesn't last long to your dismay. Before you couldn't help yourself and jump her again you dismount from her lap, returning her glasses from where they've been.

“It's hot down there, I'm just gonna go dip in the pool...” you whispered before bolting out of her office.

Eve counts to ten.