Office Manoeuvres

Office Manoeuvres

If I came to your office
After hours
Wearing no undies
And the dress with the flowers

And I found you stark naked
Alone in your chair
Well I couldn't help look,
Couldn't help stare!

With your cock in your hand
So totally bare
You'd look happy to see me
And I'd pull up a chair

"Talk dirty" you'd say
So I'd do my best
Whilst fingering the buttons
Near my now heaving chest

"Look at my puss,
Gaze at my slit,
And when I do this
Look at my clit!

Taste with your tongue
Licks with your lips,
Frig with your fingers
Suckle my tits!"

And your pace would increase
Quicker and slicker
I'd unbutton my dress
With barely a flicker!

And nude, I'd stand close
Rub my cheeks on your face
You're gasping and groaning
So quick is your pace!

And with one mighty whoosh
You'd spurt three foot high,
A hot creamy fountain
Just missing my eye!

Hitting my neck
Trickling down my pert chest
I'd gently rub cum
Into each peachy breast

Then I'd mount you so gently
And ruffle your hair
Kiss your mouth, eyes and neck
And you’d feel me "down there"
Growing moist, wet and hot
'Cos I'd want you a lot!

And I'd rub my smooth puss
'Gainst your growing again cock
Gyrating it into a rhythmical rock
Begging and pleading,
I'd ask you to cum
Inside me this time as I lifted my bum.

You'd rise to the occasion
Oh yes - good and firm
You'd make me cry out
Make me squeal, make me squirm
With delight, 'til I bucked
Like a bronco, and fucked
You into the night.

If I came to your office,
Do you think we just might?