I think to myself that my cock will never fit in there. You begin to raise your hips a little higher, taking longer strokes of my cock. I could smell your scent, not a perfume, but a sweet feminine scent. Your reaction was priceless, a mix of twisted dominance and fear over what you had just suggested. I keep licking and sucking your pussy as you run your hands through my hair. Now, here I was sitting, kicking back in my office chair, engulfed in thoughts of hard, wet, steamy sex with a person I barely knew, but wanted, badly. You swallow it all, pulse after pulse. I look down in amazement as you slide your mouth off of my cock. I lean over and kiss you as my hands move up to caress them. You kiss me deeply, and then continue down my body, kissing and licking my chest. As we kiss I run my hands over your body, across your back, caressing your breasts. You groan and push back against me as I enter you.
