Morning Meeting
I stride into the office, my gigantic tits straining the blouse, cleavage spilling out like fucking melons. The three guys stare, jaws dropping. Mark, the shy IT guy, whispers, “Damn, those tits are fucking huge, I wanna bury my face in them.” I smirk, “Keep dreaming, you pathetic fuck.” He blushes, his cock already twitching in his pants. I lean over the desk, letting my tits swing, and say, “You want a taste, you got to earn it, you little bitch.” The other two chuckle, but Mark’s eyes lock onto mine, burning with pure lust.
After Hours
Later, after everyone’s gone, Mark corners me by the break room. He slams me against the fridge, his hands mauling my gigantic tits, squeezing until I moan, “Fuck yeah, rip my shirt off, you horny bastard.” He rips open my blouse, exposing my nipples, and I gasp as he sucks them hard, his tongue flicking like a starving dog. I grind my ass against his hard cock, whispering, “Stuff that fucking cock inside me, make me scream.” He thrusts his fingers into my wet pussy, then pulls out, slamming his cock deep, fucking me raw while I scream, “Harder, you fucking stud!” We collapse, sweaty, cum dripping, both knowing this is just the filthy start.
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