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“Of course I watch porn. How else would I know that you suck dick like a fucking porn star?” he replied with a smile. I smiled back at him and stood up, adjusting my bra and panties. My clit was still twitching with post-orgasmic moisture. As he stuffed his dick back in his pants, I leaned up against one of the dozens of exposed steel beams to catch my breath. What a perfectly naughty place to fuck, I mused. I loved the unfinished wood, the patchy exposed brick facade, and the piles of expensive floor tiles. But what I really loved was the thick layer of sawdust caked onto my knees, obviously a byproduct of me getting down and dirty, sucking that magnificent cock. This little encounter would have made an amazing porn, I thought to myself, a devilish smirk creeping from the corners of my mouth.Just then, my mind snapped back to reality. We were taking a HUGE risk fucking around on the 14th floor. There were contractors, porno hikayeler investors, construction crews, and maintenance workers swarming the place from nine to five every day, including weekends, pushing hard to finish the project before the new year. Plus, I knew for a fact that staff from my office came to nose around every now and again. Staff that I managed, advised, hired and fired. Staff that knew me.Oh my GOD. Anyone could have seen us. I could lose my job. What am I…“So, what kind of porn gets you off?” His surprisingly casual inquiry broke my panicked train of thought. He was so damn relaxed, so confident and calm. I felt my face flushing with disbelief and frustration. Didn’t he care about his job? Furthermore, did he even give two shits about me or my career? Why was he so comfortable? Maybe it’s just that after-sex confidence, I thought, trying to reassure myself that this was, in seks hikayeleri fact, his first time having sex on the 14th floor. Don’t get all jealous and moody, I told myself, even if this isn’t his first construction site sex rodeo, you’re still having fun, right?I desperately tried to calm my rapidly fraying nerves. I scanned him from head to toe, analyzing his body language as he brushed the dust and dirt from his once neatly pressed trousers. It was then that I caught sight of an ever-so-faintly twitching bulge in his pants. It hit me like a Mac truck: He was too bashful to say anything, but I could tell he could be ready for round two. The thought of getting my hands on that dick again instantly made my pussy start to drip and swell, the sensation intensifying as the wet warmth of my clit brushed against the cool dampness of my already soaked panties.I blurted out, “Well, lately I’ve been obsessed sex hikayeleri with anything that has to do with sex in an office.” I paused, and then impulsively added, “and sometimes, when I watch porn and touch myself, I imagine it’s you and me fucking in an office.”He moved towards me, unbuckling his belt and staring at my titties. My pretty pink nipples were at full attention, poking through my thin, baby pink bra. I didn’t have to speak. He knew that I was hungry for more. I felt such a rush of sexual energy pulsing through my body, and I knew he felt it too. He was hornier than I’d ever seen him. I looked down for a second and noticed that the bulge in his pants had grown considerably. The shape of the head was faintly defined, even through his pants, and I knew I was about to get fucked. Hard. Like, really, really hard.“God, your tits are incredible,” he said, as he reached down his pants with one hand and started stroking his massive cock.I traced my index fingers up the sides of my perfectly perky 34Cs, slowing to graze my nipples. “I never put my shirt back on!,” feigning innocence, as that devilish smirk returned to my lips. I was his personal porn star.
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