CollaredKid05
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In a hushed tone Nattily whimpered as the naughty lover, her husband's secretary Kaitlin, played her toes devastatingly against her yearning pussy. The sensations rocked her body so good that blue haired house wife had to put her hands on the sides of the desk just to hold onto something. Delicately, Kaitlin's foot worked against her sex in the most delicious of teases that she had ever felt. Having already been at this for a good hour and thirty minutes, her need for the bliss climax was undeniable.
"K-k-KAitlin...! It's.. .i-i-it's TOO MUCH! You're... You're gonna make me SCREAM.
Kaitlin loved when her boss Mr. Jones brought his wife into work. She could never understand how a strung out stiff like him could have possibly landed a woman like this. Nattily was a gorgeous woman with curves in all the right places that gave the cutest little jiggle with each step. She was the talk of the office every time she visited, and now she was all hers. Getting her to do what she wanted was simple, the sex deprived look on her face being a beacon to someone like the unappreciated office worker. Not to mention she got no small amount of pleasure seeing that clueless fool Jones pace around the office like a lost boy. Having absolutely no idea how close his loving wife really was, panting and riving under her desk, beneath her heel.
It was just as hard for Kaitlin to keep her composure as it was for Nattily. She loved the way she worshipped her nylon covered feet, savoring every lustful lick of her tongue. She had to wonder when the last time she had ever showed her husband this kinda of smoldering affection? It was simply orgasmic. The desperate wife kissed and nipped at her mistress's feet like a good girl. The best she's ever had honestly.
"Uh, Kaitlin?" Mr. Jones almost appeared out of thin air, his secretary being so distracted that she never saw him approach.
"Huh!? OH! M-Mr. Jones. Yes?" Kaitlin fixed her hair and regained her composure. She could feel Nattily's affections stop out of the same shock and fear. What the blue bombshell didn't account for though was that her mistress never told her to stop.
"Well I'm just trying to find where my wife ended up. I turn my back on the woman for five minutes and she's vanished. I mean, I know she's an air head, but I didn't think she'd get lost after all the times she's been here." Jones condescendingly rolled his eyes as he talked shit. Meanwhile under the table Kaitlin forced her foot against the lips of his wife, instructing her to keep worshiping. "Have you seen her? If she's still getting lost here then I'd hate to think whats going to happen during lunch. She's a snack hound."
Overhearing everything, Nattily started to suck and lick again. This time with extra vigor, since she was such a "snack hound". The pleasure coursed up Kaitlin's legs as the heat boiled between her thighs, This was good. This was so fucking good. She was tempted to just start moaning right there and then as a fuck you to the neglectful husband, but didn't want the pleasure to stop. She repaid her pet's oral work in kind by working her feet ever faster against her pussy. Both of them now working towards a powerful climax
This time it was Kaitlin's turn to sweat and twitch. "I... I haven't seen her sir. But,... But don't give up. I-I'm sure she's somewhere... Underfoot!" She held the edges of her desk in a vise grip as Mr. Jones just looked on, as clueless as ever. Meanwhile under the table, Nattily couldn't take it anymore, quietly erupting like a volcano as she squealed into her hands. Receiving no sympathy from the cruel secretary, her foot kept rubbing and tickling all the way through the bliss.
There was a slight pause before Mr. Jones spoke again, but when he did it was only to remind Kaitlin to get her the report on time, and then wondered off, still looking. Always looking.
The two gorgeous women breathed a sigh of relief, but not for long as Kaitlin started playing once more. "Now then. I don't recall giving you permission to cum?"
Nattily squealed in delight and torment as she would for the rest of the work day.
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View attachment 09F051C3-6943-41A7-9FF2-233E702A7912.jpegIn a hushed tone Nattily whimpered as the naughty lover, her husband's secretary Kaitlin, played her toes devastatingly against her yearning pussy. The sensations rocked her body so good that blue haired house wife had to put her hands on the sides of the desk just to hold onto something. Delicately, Kaitlin's foot worked against her sex in the most delicious of teases that she had ever felt. Having already been at this for a good hour and thirty minutes, her need for the bliss climax was undeniable.
"K-k-KAitlin...! It's.. .i-i-it's TOO MUCH! You're... You're gonna make me SCREAM.
Kaitlin loved when her boss Mr. Jones brought his wife into work. She could never understand how a strung out stiff like him could have possibly landed a woman like this. Nattily was a gorgeous woman with curves in all the right places that gave the cutest little jiggle with each step. She was the talk of the office every time she visited, and now she was all hers. Getting her to do what she wanted was simple, the sex deprived look on her face being a beacon to someone like the unappreciated office worker. Not to mention she got no small amount of pleasure seeing that clueless fool Jones pace around the office like a lost boy. Having absolutely no idea how close his loving wife really was, panting and riving under her desk, beneath her heel.
It was just as hard for Kaitlin to keep her composure as it was for Nattily. She loved the way she worshipped her nylon covered feet, savoring every lustful lick of her tongue. She had to wonder when the last time she had ever showed her husband this kinda of smoldering affection? It was simply orgasmic. The desperate wife kissed and nipped at her mistress's feet like a good girl. The best she's ever had honestly.
"Uh, Kaitlin?" Mr. Jones almost appeared out of thin air, his secretary being so distracted that she never saw him approach.
"Huh!? OH! M-Mr. Jones. Yes?" Kaitlin fixed her hair and regained her composure. She could feel Nattily's affections stop out of the same shock and fear. What the blue bombshell didn't account for though was that her mistress never told her to stop.
"Well I'm just trying to find where my wife ended up. I turn my back on the woman for five minutes and she's vanished. I mean, I know she's an air head, but I didn't think she'd get lost after all the times she's been here." Jones condescendingly rolled his eyes as he talked shit. Meanwhile under the table Kaitlin forced her foot against the lips of his wife, instructing her to keep worshiping. "Have you seen her? If she's still getting lost here then I'd hate to think whats going to happen during lunch. She's a snack hound."
Overhearing everything, Nattily started to suck and lick again. This time with extra vigor, since she was such a "snack hound". The pleasure coursed up Kaitlin's legs as the heat boiled between her thighs, This was good. This was so fucking good. She was tempted to just start moaning right there and then as a fuck you to the neglectful husband, but didn't want the pleasure to stop. She repaid her pet's oral work in kind by working her feet ever faster against her pussy. Both of them now working towards a powerful climax
This time it was Kaitlin's turn to sweat and twitch. "I... I haven't seen her sir. But,... But don't give up. I-I'm sure she's somewhere... Underfoot!" She held the edges of her desk in a vise grip as Mr. Jones just looked on, as clueless as ever. Meanwhile under the table, Nattily couldn't take it anymore, quietly erupting like a volcano as she squealed into her hands. Receiving no sympathy from the cruel secretary, her foot kept rubbing and tickling all the way through the bliss.
There was a slight pause before Mr. Jones spoke again, but when he did it was only to remind Kaitlin to get her the report on time, and then wondered off, still looking. Always looking.
The two gorgeous women breathed a sigh of relief, but not for long as Kaitlin started playing once more. "Now then. I don't recall giving you permission to cum?"
Nattily squealed in delight and torment as she would for the rest of the work day.
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