My Type Of A Purrrrrrfect Lunchtime…

I knew it was evitable when he asked me to dance for him and then took off my lacy and scented thong    
Begging for this butter rum view with the lights bright while on      
Fingering my cunt, telling me to get in the chair      
Positioning my ass up in the air      
      
Rubbing the soft material of my flimsy attire around his hard erection, enlisting my anticipating moans      
Then quietly setting them on the bend in back where they now rest alone      
Stroking his manhood for the back view at hand      
A little tap to my ass from where his refection hides, naked and hard where he stands      
Mm …you got the honey, your dipping pass      
His tongue catching those drippings from off my pussy lips, as his girth rolls over my apple bottom ass      
      
Reaching backwards stroking the incentive state of his dick      
Oh, shoot my cell phone slips        
On your knees handsome and spread your dessert, slow and wide        
A quick kiss to where the tongue licks, worships, the dart inside for the wet slip and slide      
Mm…strong palms to my hips      
Tantalizing kisses to my clit      
Mm…oh yes right there    
Love faces mirrored, his wrist roping my hair        
Bending my back farther for the… enticing licks      
Tongue teasing with the weakening flicks      
      
Making such sweet love to his mouth, flapping in the chair for balance      
Wetness, streams of drippings to his chin, his finger joined in for the alliance      
Climaxing, moaning, echoing so loud      
Knocks on my office door, silence behind reasoning heard, mind haven’t come down from those blissful clouds      
Kisses to my inner thighs      
And a promise to finish this over dinner, where time will not be an interrupted hindrance after his manhood rise