First-person Experience With A Demanding Nymphomaniac Boss

Her smell is strong and musky. My hard-on makes it awkward but I scoot slowly into bed with my boss. Victoria is going wild up there, apparently not used to this. Nothing. I find a park where I used to walk my dog, trails and thick woods, a nice fresh pond where I can clean myself and my clothes. I want to keep her, be with her, collect her. The nape of her neck so soft and sexy. But free. I keep going. I raise my face from her breast, some blood trickling down from little holes around her nipple. In my frenzy of sucking and biting, I accidentally bite my own tongue a bit. A half bathroom. I return to the stairs and start creeping up silently. All futile in her lethargic state. It’s hot underneath, body heat keeping it nice and toasty. I don’t waste a drop, hiding her in the woods afterward.