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Delicious Need
When control abandons us, leaving us at the mercy of sweet, burning lust…
When I enter the washroom and catch my first glimpse of you, you are standing in front of our lavish mirror, your back to me, putting the finishing touches on making yourself office-ready. My intentions are pure — a kiss good morning, nothing more — but immediately, your scent ensnares me, the cut of your shoulders calls to me, and the pale canvas of your neck whispers sweet pleas I am helpless to ignore.
I approach slowly, silently, the way predators do in the wild.
My lips press against the back of your neck. I love the way your body reacts. First, it stiffens for a quick and almost imperceptible moment, then it relaxes, almost melts.
You say, Hi.
I do not reply.
I am already lost.
My hands contour your hips, meet over your belly and slide up to cup your breasts. I hear a moan, then, one which never escapes your lips. It happens in your throat. A quiet roar coming from inside you, saying, Yes… More… Please. I start massaging your tits and immediately feel, in the palms of my hands, your nipples as they grow hard and poke through your bra and blouse. You have big, perfect tits. Tits I can fuck when I want to. Tits I’ve watched you lick my cum…
