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Attention Seeking Whore – Part 3 Welcome back, dear reader. I am ecstatic that you have taken the time to visit; that you have resisted all other temptations to be here with me. I do appreciate it. Honestly, I do. Without your tender, loving attention I would be a sad and empty soul, mere flotsam cast upon the ocean floating meaningless and without purpose. But now I must entertain; now my dear friend Playsit has found a use for this … Attention Seeking Whore Playsit This came to me last night while I was sleeping. I’m not sure if it was a dream, or if I was just laying there with sexy little thought floating through my mind. It’s not over the edge, so I’m not sure if this is what you’re looking for. You, being the attention seeking whore that you are, already have my attention with the skimpy little outfit you are wearing. The short red and black plaid skirt; almost see-through black button-up blouse, unbuttoned just enough to see a hint of cleavage; black thigh highs with lace barely visible under the hem of your skirt; black patent leather pumps… Yeah, you had my attention as soon as you entered the office. I love that you sit in the cubicle opposite mine as it gives us a clear view of each other. You’ve made it clear over the past few months you enjoy teasing me: the way you look at me ankara travesti and bite your lower lip, how you teasingly run your tongue slowly across your lips while looking directly at me like I’m an appetizer, how you touch my shoulder or hand while asking for my help. Yes, I notice the way you part your legs, and how you conveniently bend over at the waist to pick up some fallen object, showing me your sweet behind, or how you lean into me allowing your blouse to open up so I can see your perky breasts. I’ve enjoyed your little games, and allowed you to play with me… tease me… and yes, excite me. Today though, the games will be taken to a new level. I know you are the only one to use the stairs rather than the lift, and today, you and I will meet each other in that darkened tunnel. 10:00 and, as if it was scripted, I see you grab your coffee cup and head upstairs to the break room for a refill. You seem to read my mind, because you give me a very flirtatious smile… almost a ‘come hither’ look. So when I stand and follow you to the door, it would appear you were the one in charge and had invited me. That’s just not the case though. I am in charge of this situation… aren’t I? Like a gentleman, I reach beside you and open the door to allow you entry ahead of me. Once I get travesti ankara through the door however, I see you a few steps above me, bent over, showing me a great shot of your very perfect arse. As I approach, you hook both thumbs around the inside of your black panties and slowly drop them to your knees. I can immediately smell your arousal, and my nose happens to be at just the right height to take you all in. As I approach, you spread your legs for me and give me a spot to sit. I squeeze my way between your soft inner thighs and what sits before me is a perfect little pussy, all swollen and puffy just begging for my attention. I love hearing you moan out load and push into my face as I run my tongue up and down your outer walls. I can feel your clit with the tip of my tongue when I make it hard, I can feel your back tense and shivers run down your leg. As much as I’d love to take my time, I know we don’t have much, so I slide myself back through your legs and give your arse a final kiss before unbuckling my trousers and letting them fall to the floor. As I let you feel my cock for the first time, just laying in the valley between your naked cheeks, I feel you twitch. Not a word was spoken as I push my swollen head inside your love tunnel. The only sounds were that of my pelvis ankara travestiler slamming into your arse, and our combined moans and groans as I fucked you hard. Before cumming into you, I pull out and let my thick, hot cum coat your ass. As I bent down to lick you clean, you told me to leave it alone. Replacing your panties on top of your cum-soaked arse, you turned back and gave me a sexy little smile before going on your way. For you, my Attention Seeking Whore. P How you have tantalised me, darling co-worker; day after day seated in your cubicle with your face half-turned from my flitting gaze secure in the knowledge that my prettily presented petite form has been pampered and prepared just for your pleasure. How I have become obsessed by the curvature of your ear, the firm angularity of your jaw, the wisps of hair that grace your manly neck. How I moan inside when your wondrous lips part and softly spoken words intermingle the space dividing us. How I quiver involuntarily, seeping juices down onto my smooth squeezing thighs, when your hazel flecked irises meet mine. How I burn with unfulfilled desire as I watch your tongue peeking between those sensual kissable lips as you concentrate on the mundane tasks placed before you. How my heart thrums, trapped inside my chest, reverberating endless throbbing pulsations throughout my entire being, whenever you allow your eyes to wander across my heaving breasts, my delicately displayed thighs, the toned rounded moons of my arse and my inconveniently concealed sex that begs and pleads for rampant invasion.
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