Fuck you, Gary!
Well, how did it feel to write me check for almost a million bucks today, you lying bastard? Want to know how things went after we left the court? No? I don't care! You’re gonna hear about it anyway.
You noticed the clingy red dress and my cleavage? I didn't wear any panties, either. High heels? Dark stockings? Been a while since I looked that good for you, hasn't it? Well, maybe you shouldn't have fucked that little whore you call an assistant and you'd still be fucking me!
Mark and I went back to his firm’s office to celebrate with a drink. He noticed me, I assure you! He couldn't tear his eyes away from my tits, especially in the elevator. Did he know then how freakin' wet I was? I know you are wondering, so I'll tell you right now: I LET HIM FUCK ME! I fucked my lawyer right there in his office!
We signed the papers, and he asked if there was anything else.
"You want to fuck me?”
"Really?"
"Yeah, really. Right now. Here. I'm not wearing panties, my little pussy is dripping and I need some dick…!”
He raised a tent faster than I've ever seen. Thought his cock was gonna jump right outta those expensive britches. Almost did, too... he has a BIG one.
I got to the belt before Mark could. Once I had him unzipped the boxers came down in a flash. OMG he was sooo fuckin hard. I hiked up my dress and sat on the edge of his desk with my legs spread. He was between my thighs in an instant, and I felt his throbbing, rock-hard cock desperately probing for the entrance to my tight lil' box. Remember, the one you used to fuck whenever you wanted? And yes, it's still shaved.
He slipped in really smoothly; stretched me out quite a bit, though. That first entry must have been pretty good; I thought the man was gonna pass out. Nothing beats skin-to-skin, eh, Gary? He pumped me with slow, deliberate strokes, but I wanted all of it.