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Office Fantasy
You're shorter than me
And not my type
And you keep talking...
But your jeans are tight
And my eyes sink
Despite my will
Towards that picturesque hill
Erotically cradled thrill
So take me to the back room
And roll your tongue across
My pink berry
and press your pulsing
Bulge sweet and deep
All the way to the back
And fill me with cream.
Only in my head, of course,
While we pass the time
Talking about work and crime
Whatever is on the news....
But my cherry deep
Craves your kiss....
For now...for now.
And not my type
And you keep talking...
But your jeans are tight
And my eyes sink
Despite my will
Towards that picturesque hill
Erotically cradled thrill
So take me to the back room
And roll your tongue across
My pink berry
and press your pulsing
Bulge sweet and deep
All the way to the back
And fill me with cream.
Only in my head, of course,
While we pass the time
Talking about work and crime
Whatever is on the news....
But my cherry deep
Craves your kiss....
For now...for now.
Published 1st Feb 2025
Author's Note
Just a fantasy
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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And my eyes sink
Despite my will
Towards that picturesque hill
Erotically cradled thrill
And my eyes sink
Despite my will
Towards that picturesque hill
Erotically cradled thrill
