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In her skin
Her face is like a saint
Soft pink lips, hazel bright eyes...
As i touched her palm with mine i feel her warmth...
As our lips meet, my hands roams her breasts, running my fingers in little circles around her tiny nipples...
I taste her caramel skin with my lips and tongue, as i parted her legs and gingerly caressed her inner thighs she moans in my ear.
I spread her legs across the table exposing her already wet pussy, soaking through her lace undies...i licked her through those lace then slid her panty aside, as i tongue fucked her i feel her walls on my tongue gripping every glide...
Suddenly i feel her body quivering her juices slid down my chin...there were rattling keys heard as someone in attempt to open the door...
It was the conference room we came forty five mins too early for the meeting when our chemistry colided...
Soft pink lips, hazel bright eyes...
As i touched her palm with mine i feel her warmth...
As our lips meet, my hands roams her breasts, running my fingers in little circles around her tiny nipples...
I taste her caramel skin with my lips and tongue, as i parted her legs and gingerly caressed her inner thighs she moans in my ear.
I spread her legs across the table exposing her already wet pussy, soaking through her lace undies...i licked her through those lace then slid her panty aside, as i tongue fucked her i feel her walls on my tongue gripping every glide...
Suddenly i feel her body quivering her juices slid down my chin...there were rattling keys heard as someone in attempt to open the door...
It was the conference room we came forty five mins too early for the meeting when our chemistry colided...
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