Eating Mexican for Lunch Today

Maria, the luscious, lovely office assistant
Styled braids, fantastic legs, making my day,
Sweeter than honey, expecting and funny.

She strolls into my office, says we need lunch.
I innocently ask her, “Well what should we eat”?
Grinning, she whispers, “You should eat me.”

Surprised at her answer, I’m a little bit shy.
Adrenaline release, heart’s skipping beats,
I’m nervous, mesmerized, is this a dream?

Leaning back in my chair, smirk on her face.
Gazing at me with splendid brown eyes,
Her nuptial hand revealing two tan sexy thighs.

“Are you ready for lunch…?” she casually asks,
Hiking her skirt, fingers tap, directing my gaze,
“it’s south of the border, so you better eat fast."

I'm kneeling now for a thorough inspection;
Silk mocha lips conceal her latina confections,
Maria’s slim waist positioned two inches away.

Her wet pregnant pussy is flawless perfection,
She’s breathing deeply, unsteady, but ready.

I'm lapping the nectar from her clandestine slit,
Like hummingbirds’ hunger for sweet flower sips
My lips buzz, tongue flicking, caressing her clit.

She’s begging me, pleading, to finish the race,
Fingers inserted, into the slot, nosey and poking
She’s shivering, quivering, spraying my face.

Tense olive thighs pressing down on my ears,
Guava, melon, papaya, combined is the taste,
Her final orgasm settling down now, over.

Shiny legs relax, and slide off of my shoulders.
Maria smiles and says, "Now get back to work."