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Going Up

My arm is wrapped around your waist
Your back to me,you can't see my face
You really don't seem to mind
You push back and start to grind
I look around and no one suspects
The grinding got me fully erect
While no one suspects I take a chance
And slide my hand into your pants
I move your clit round and round
You bite your lip so's not to make a sound
I'm so hard now you've got me sore
Under your breath you whisper,"More."
You grind against me hard and fast
Not much longer I'm going to last
We look around and no one knows
Pretty soon we'll both explode
I slow down. You say "Don't stop."
I'm really glad our floors at the top.
I work your pussy with my thumb
And then in unison we both cum
You slowly stop moving your hips
I place my finger to your lips
You lick all my fingers clean
"Can't wait til lunch,If you know what I mean."