Bedroom Closet

I love to watch when S___ mas­tur­bates. I won­der what is on his mind as his hand works his long smooth shaft. When he pushed my head down I knew why. He didn’t even want me to suck him, I was there to make clean up easy. As he came in my mouth I swal­lowed every drop, lick­ing him clean when he was done. It had me think­ing about what he whis­pered to me last night as i was rid­ing him; about how many dif­fer­ent ways I could have two cocks at once. I was think­ing about how cov­ered in cum I could be; how I should have pulled his cock out of my mouth and had him cover my breasts.

Now I wait here at home for him, giv­ing my neglected toys some use, think­ing about how I get to wake him up every day for a cou­ple weeks as opposed to leav­ing his cock hard and unused. I think about stay­ing up late and hav­ing him tell me more about what he would see if he were shar­ing me. I tease my pussy with toys, soak­ing my panties, excited about hav­ing the time to write dur­ing the day. I want him, and any one else inter­ested, to have to step away from their desks to hide for a moment and mas­tur­bate before they cum in their pants…

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