Time to lick
— I'll ride in the back with you too. There's something to lie on now.
S. climbed into the back and offered the woman his hand to help her up. I. jumped up with his help, light as a feather, yet managed to push S. so that he fell flat on his back onto the mattresses, while the lady vaulted over the gentleman like over a gymnastics "horse," somehow managing to slide her palm between his legs in the process. Her breasts popped out of the opening of her blouse, and moreover, S.'s face glimpsed her spread thighs and a neatly trimmed "little girl." The woman performed a somersault. He even thought that all this white-pink luxury with dark "fur" wafted a heat, a blush, an exciting spicy scent onto him. As expected, there were no panties under the skirt. I. tucked her breasts back into place and only then pulled down her skirt, covering what she had deliberately shown.
— Sorry. Did I hurt you? How clumsy of me.
— No, no, it's fine.
— And you have a strong... There's probably something to look at, and something to use.
S. only mumbled something in response. During the ride, pretending she couldn't stay in place otherwise, I., sitting facing S., spread her legs for stability and, without the slightest embarrassment, showed her trimmed area once more. Then, when the truck braked, a backward somersault was performed, and in addition to the "little girl," a rounded buttock flashed. At that point, S. lay on his back on the mattresses and started looking at the sky, fighting temptation. But at the next sharp turn of the truck, he heard an "Ouch!" Performing a flip ("Some kind of gymnast," our hero managed to think), I. ended up sitting on the man's face, and her trimmed area settled right onto S.'s mouth. Lightly gripping her partner's head with her legs, I. began making movements that proved she wanted S. The man got to work with his tongue and, to his surprise, discovered that his partner's clitoris was quite large. S. realized he was being had in the mouth. When the lady finished, the man's face was covered with her secretions. The woman leaned close to his ear and said:
— Don't worry, I brought a clean towel with me. Knew I'd fuck you in the mouth, planned it in advance.
She retrieved a bag from under the pillows, took out a towel, and wiped S.'s face.
— Now wipe me THERE, please.
He gladly fulfilled her request. She checked the firmness of his rod through his trousers and briefly promised:
— At the warehouse.
After unloading the old stuff and replacing it with the "new stuff," they sent the driver off for lunch and locked themselves in the warehouse.
— We don't have much time, he eats fast, and there's no queue in the cafeteria at this hour. Get undressed.
With these words, I. unbuttoned and shed her blouse and skirt. S. also stripped naked, and his partner pushed him onto a sofa that suddenly appeared in the warehouse (well, just like a piano in the bushes). The woman worked her hands on the man's rod and put her tongue and lips into action.
— Wait, I want yours too.
— Aha, you liked it!
I. lay on S. in a 69 position, the lips and tongues of the debauched pair went to work on each other's tasty spots. The man couldn't hold out first. The lady took the situation with understanding:
— You still have fingers. Come on, get to work.
She lay on her back and spread her thighs, and he sat sideways so that while kissing her on the lips, he could slip his fingers into her moist, trimmed p... Leaving I.'s lips alone, the partner began kissing and sucking alternately the left and right nipples of her breasts. She surrendered to his embrace, but from such activities, he hardened again. I. worked with her hand, bringing S.'s tool of labor to a hardness comparable to bone, and positioned herself on the sofa in the shape of the letter Z. Her heated, wet interior easily admitted the magic wand. I. began "throwing" her rear like a hot, spirited filly, but the man firmly gripped her waist with his hands and didn't let the "mare" break free; he entered her deeply and powerfully. This time they caught the high simultaneously. After lying for a bit, they sexpornotales.cc wiped themselves with the same towel, got dressed, and went outside, flushed and satisfied. The driver didn't let on that he had guessed everything. From then on, I. and S. often met in bed battles, and the man noticed that his partner always came to their rendezvous without a bra or panties (if the weather allowed, of course). That was just her habit: not to wear anything extra before "battle."
***
A. was the head of the department, and B. was the system administrator. One day she asked him to come into her office.
— My computer is under the desk, and the mouse isn't working well. Could you check it?
When he entered the office, she locked the door from the inside.
— So we won't be disturbed.
B. crawled under the desk to check if the mouse cable connection to the port on the case was loose. A. suddenly moved her chair and sat down, blocking the man's exit from under the desk.
— It's dark here, you're blocking the light.
— Well, you should have brought a flashlight.
— Oh, come on, I'll do it by touch. So much dust, should wipe it.
— Just a moment.
She stood up from the chair, B. saw that she had lifted her skirt and taken off her panties, shamelessly showing her trimmed p...
— Will this work as a rag?
He muttered something, stunned, wiping the dust. At that moment, A. bent over, slipped her hand from behind between the man's legs, and stroked his "tool." Feeling the tension had increased and his trousers were bulging, she murmured:
— Excellent!
The woman straightened up and was doing something; the sound of a zipper being undone and rustling fabric was heard, the sound of a chair being moved. B. turned around to return the used panties and saw that he was once again a prisoner under the desk. She had spread her legs wide; now she had neither skirt nor panties on. The smoothly shaved p... was right in front of his face.
— Give me the panties. They can't be thrown in the paper bin. I'll put them in a bag and throw them in a street trash can. Well, what are you waiting for? Kiss and lick.
— So, is the mouse okay?
— Yes, my mouse is you, you're in a mousetrap now.
— Are we on informal terms now?
— Surely your tongue won't turn to say 'you' formally after what you're going to have to do with that tongue now? You will have to, won't you? Agree, you won't regret it.
She stroked his hair and pointed with her finger to the spot that needed polishing. B. began working with his tongue. At first he was constrained, but then he got into it, captivated by the situation itself. On all fours under the desk, he was licking A.'s trimmed area, and the woman was quietly moaning. When someone knocked on the door, he brought her to orgasm. A., naturally, without opening the door and after a slight pause, said:
— How good! You've earned it. Let's go to the rest room.
In the rest room, adjacent to the boss's office, there were: a sofa bed (wide as a real sex track), a table, chairs, a refrigerator, a TV, a kettle; from the room there was an entrance to a shower and toilet. That is, everything was equipped for rest, socializing, sex. A. slowly undressed her partner, laid him on his back, and herself applied her mouth where needed.
Having achieved the appearance of nectar, she drank it all, grabbed the rod with her fingers and began caressing it, stroking his testicles with her other hand. A.'s labors were not in vain; the functionality of that thing was restored. The woman kissed her partner on the lips and said:
— I like being on top. Don't you mind?
— No.
— Good boy. You don't have to work, lie still, I'll do everything myself.
She mounted him and "started riding." B. experienced extraordinary pleasure; he caressed the woman's breasts, her thighs. When A. leaned closer to her "steed" during the "ride," he playfully caught her nipples with his lips. After riding the horse for several miles, the rider turned around backwards and continued the ride. Riding backwards on a real stallion is inconvenient, but on a man—why not? Having ridden to her heart's content, A. dismounted from the "horse," got on all fours, and offered:
— Take me, I'm all yours.
B. didn't need to be persuaded. He grabbed her with his hands below the waistline and, firmly gripping her from both sides, entered as deeply as he could. A. moaned and cried out when she got it especially hard. Both got immense pleasure from the union. After a shower, they drank cognac, ate fruit, drank tea with sweets. Before B. left, A. slipped a small packet into his trouser pocket.
— These are the panties, throw them in a street trash can, I don't feel like washing them. As they say: if you love to ride, you also love to carry the sled. If you love to fuck, you love to throw away panties. You're free for today. But I haven't finished playing cat and mouse with you yet. When I call on the internal line, the code phrase 'The mouse isn't working' will mean it's time for my mouse, that is you, to get under the desk and lick your mistress.