Monday Morning w/My Boss

Monday Mornings with My Beautiful Young Boss

I missed you boss, the last couple days,
The curve of your ass, that captures my gaze.
Those pouty full lips, I wish on my cock,
If you’d suck me off, I know you would rock!

When you lift the boxes, and I see your crack,
I so need relief, my hard boy to whack.
We flirt and we giggle, all the day long,
But I need your pussy, to bounce on my schlong.

Your titties aren’t massive, but still girl, they fine,
They’d taste so delicious, in the wet mouth of mine.
When we lock our eyes, in the kitchen you see,
I feel your desire, for the lust all in me.

Although I am older, by more than a few,
I’d take you to places, that you never knew.
Bent over your desk chair, my cock hard and strong,
I pull down your pants, and push side your thong.

You feel my hands rub, down to your warm box,
And stifle your pleasure, as you feel my cock.
The head warm and wet, I push it right in,
And you swallow it up, as you share my sin.

You whimper and moan, but not very loud,
We don’t need the drama, alerting the crowd.
My pace starts to quicken, I’m going to explode,
I push deep and harder, and you take my load.
You bask in the wetness and warmth of my cum,
I give you a taste, off the end of my thumb.
I just now bred you, and you know it well.
In time your tits swollen and belly will tell.

I love Monday mornings, alone with you, best,
My desire always simmers, my purposeful quest.
Maybe someday, you will seek something new,
And my poem shall bear fruit, when you get a clue.