i press u down onto my desk so that ur breasts are pressed down. u have to adjust ur stance and brace urself by spreading ur legs slightly. i step up behind u. my wood is aching for u now, i feel it throbbing through my boxers and my trousers. i put my hands on ur hips, and i position myself behind u. as i push against u, it instinctively finds the niche between ur cheeks. i grind slowly, but hard. with each movement i feel more happiness leaks ooze from my now swollen head. u first respond with a load moan, and a loss of control as ur body tenses against mine. u have to steady urself again, and i notice ur one hand slip out and grab hold of the side of my desk. i smile to myself, thinking i haven't even started with u yet, but u're already holding on. my smile fades as i continue to grind against u. i grip ur body tighter, a little bit more urgently. again, i'm conflicted with how to proceed. lust takes over and i squeeze hard and thrust against u. u yelp softly and follow it up with a moan immediately and i look up and see u're laying ur head on my desk. i lean down, pressing my head down onto ur back. i love the way u smell, it turns me on further. my whole body responds to it. i reach down with my right hand and grab at ur right leg, just above ur knee. running my hand up ur leg, palm flat against ur stockings. i moan out loud as i run my hand up ur leg, as do u, i grunt just a little bit as my hand runs over the lace band of ur stockings. i force my hand up further, hiking ur skirt up as i go higher. my body is trembling as i go higher, now running my hand up over ur bare skin. our moans are almost synchronised, and then i stop dead. i am very pleasantly and abruptly surprised to find u're not wearing any panties. a primal urge takes me over. without warming, i drop to my knees, my face less than a nothing from ur cheeks. more urgently than was required, and without care or caress, i slip both my hands under ur skirt and in one fluid motion, i pull it up in a mound above ur cheeks. i almost want to sit back and just enjoy the view, but i'm hungry for u. the view of ur legs slightly apart, the lace band of ur stockings hugging ur thighs, and ur beautiful glistening pussy sends wicked urges through my body. instinct and primal lust take over when i see there's a trickle of juice from ur wetness, down ur inner thigh, right up to the top of the band of the stocking on ur left leg. i know i should give u a warning, but i don't, lust has won me over. i lean forward and bury my face between ur cheeks. i breathe deeply and stick my tongue out to taste u. when my tongue touches ur wet lips, ur whole body jerks and u let out a sharp moan. u try to move, but i have u pinned against my desk, ur movement has just forced ur legs further apart. i use the opportunity to push my head further against u, lapping ur juices up. then i pull back my head and hear u moan a sigh of reprieve. i lean further down and angle my head so i can reach ur inner thighs to clean up the juice that messed down ur leg. u slam ur hand down on my desk as my tongue laps up against ur inner thigh. my trousers feel as though my wood is going to rip through them, i only feel wetness in my boxers from the amount of precum i've messed. ur moans and reactions tell me u're in the same space, wanting the same thing, yearning, aching for it. u are wetter now than before i started eating u out, the beads of juice and my saliva mixed into sticky droplets clinging to ur skin, i lap up again, and again, and again. each time my tongue licks over ur lips ur body jerks and u moan. i want more! right now! as i stand up, i reach down and make a claw with my right hand, and drag it up the inside of ur leg, from ur ankle, up, over ur stockings, i run it over ur knee. as i get to ur inner thigh, u can't take it anymore. u push back start standing up. i quickly stand up behind u and force u back down again. flat against my desk. u a little unnerved by the way i handle u, but the moans escaping u tell me u're enjoying it too. i keep u pressed down against my desk with my left hand, pushing u down against the hard desk. ur skirt is still hiked up and bundled up just below ur waist, and ur wetness has leaked even more. i reach down and start undoing my belt and my trousers with my right hand, my left keeping u firmly pressed against the desk. i fumble with my belt, my one hand is taking too long, the sight of ur wetness waiting for me is increasing the urgency with which i need to respond to u. my wood is pressing desperately against my boxers, trapped in my trousers. i finally manage to get the belt and my button open and then the zipper flies down. my hand grabs at the edge of my shirt and pulls it up violently. as my hand moves down, my thumb hooks into the band of my boxers and yanks them down. my fully erect romeo bursts free, the swollen head glistening and gleaming from the pre-joy it's been messing this entire time. the woody shaft stands taught and proud and is ready for his work. without being touched, more precum oozes from the head, hanging on but threatening to drip. the veins along the shaft look like they can't handle the pressure, like they too are about to burst. my trousers and boxers are untidily caught around my thighs, he's standing proud, waiting for the paradise. i need u now! i struggle to remain focused, and i struggle to keep calm. i am overtaken completely by lust and desire. i look down between ur legs and see her dripping down ur inner thighs again and i realise u are too. i forcefully grab hold of the base of my shaft with my right hand, i feel the throbbing muscle in my hand and i look down to see the mess of drops dripping from the head. i keep my hand on ur back and i push my right leg between urs. i use my leg to pry ur legs open further. u moan loudly as i push ur leg open further still. i step closer to u and i u feel my hand grab hold of ur shirt and the top band of ur skirt, holding it in my left fist. my right hand still wrapped around the base of my pole guides the swollen head to ur dripping wet, waiting j's petals. the moment they kiss, i thrust hard, forcing my hips forward. .... be my joy, inspire bear again ... want more?