Bookworm in stockings is studying the book and gets rather naughty and plays with her pussy watch as she moans

I’d love to visit you in your empty office. You’d invite me in, ask me to sit down, give me a coffee, then sit back while we talked about business.

Of course, my mind wouldn’t be on business. My eyes would be wandering over your blouse, and I’d be wondering if I could glimpse a little hardening of the nipples underneath. My eyes would travel down over your body, taking in the tightness of your skirt, noticing the outline of the suspenders showing through.

A little lower, wondering if that was a tantalizing glimpse of flesh at the top of your black stockings as you crossed your legs… Would you realise what effect you were having? Would you be looking to see whether there was a tell-tale bulge in my trousers?

Would you want to make sure? Maybe you’d uncross your legs to see if I had a reaction… Let them drift open slightly… Would I be able to resist looking?

Of course not. What would I discover? A mere hint of tan thigh at the top of the nylon, with the suspender belt pulled tight… I’d be hard, and you’d probably be able to see my cock throbbing in my trousers. You’d be getting wet by now, and wouldn’t be able to resist teasing a little more. You’d let your thighs open wider, so I could see almost all the way up to the tight cotton panties, pulled into your moist pussy…

I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from staring. You’d realize that you were going too far, and close your legs. But you’d be turned on, too. So you’d excuse yourself, and slip off to the bathroom, where you’d be ready to slip a finger inside to bring yourself off, give yourself a little relief…

But then the stall door would open, and I’d be standing there, watching. You’d be frozen with shock, and couldn’t move. I’d step in, push the door closed, and pull you towards me, not letting you say a word while my mouth covered your lips, and my tongue pushed into your mouth.

My hand would slide up under your skirt, straight to the wet panties, and pull them aside. I’d slip one, two, three fingers inside, teasing your clit, making you gasp, then I’d turn you round and pull the skirt up over your bum.

You’d hear my zip open, and you’d feel the weight of my stiff, quivering cock on your cheeks. Then it would slip down, brushing against the wet lips of your pussy, not going in yet. You’d be moaning loudly now, pleading with me to put it in, where you need it. But I’d tease you a little longer, making you wait while I brushed it back and forward against your pussy, cupping your breasts and squeezing your nipples…

Ready yet? Ok, in we go, very, very slowly, so you can feel my rigid tool throbbing inside you, with your pussy gripping and quivering around it.

Then out almost all the way, leaving just the tip slipping back and forth against the open, slippery lips, making you moan even more.

So all the way in again, and then harder and faster, pulling your hips against me so you start to build the rhythm…

Then stop. I pull almost all the way out again. You can barely stand it. I tell you to push back against me, while I stand still. So you start to grind back on me, your pussy working around my cock. You’re controlling the speed and the rhythm, and you’re soon ready to cum. I thrust deep into you, and you feel me grab your hips and pull you back. You cum and the shuddering brings me off, then you feel me spurt and cum again yourself…

We should have more business meetings… Watch this full length movie at stocking aces