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Sex: pure and hard
If you’re sensitive, you won’t want to read
I finally managed to convince that hot, muscular coworker to come to my house one weekend while his wife was out of town. There had always been a kind of sexual tension between us, yet company policy strictly forbade any kind of inter-office relations. He used to joke about how he was going to “make me sore” and “fuck me like no man had ever fucked before”, but he was too afraid that one night with me would ruin him personally and professionally.
After months of verbal foreplay, he told me he couldn’t take it anymore, and he had to be inside me. When I left work that day, I told him to meet me at my house at 7pm and gave him the address. Counting down the hours until his arrival, I anxiously planned in my mind all the things I had in store for him that evening.
I greeted him at the door wearing my favorite black lace top and skirt, and I noticed that his penis was already protruding from the front of his pants. This was an instant turn-on, I took him into the living room and poured us a couple of glasses of wine. We drank a couple of sips as we chatted, and he wasted no time sticking his tongue in my mouth and running his fingers through my long, dark hair.
