Ode To My Naughty Assistant

Tell me, my cute little book-keeper,as I gaze over your shoulder, why do I admire the figure more than the figures? Could your milky cleavage be the great distraction, a bra-less temptress taking secret pleasure, knowing you are the cause of your boss's erection?

And, if I were to reach down and around, like this, to cup and caress your ripened breasts and thumb your stiffening nipples, would you pretend to protest while still acting helpless, helping yourself to be turned and seated upon the desk, skirt above hips, exposed creamy thighs.

And I, with my stiff urgent cock, swollen head pointed in-between, might you say, "I can't" as you lift your round, smooth ass to free your panties slipping down, to reveal pretty pink lips parting, smooth pussy dripping, inviting, would you resist my passionate kiss before swallowing my tongue and, despite yourself, reach down to grip and guide my shaft while spreading those thighs to insert the head and beg for the thrust and the thrust and the thrust...like this and this and this?

Yes!