Come upstairs, it said. She had always been reticent til now, as though (strangely enough) she might never have needed to initiate these proceedings with a guy. Free porn I trotted up the stairs, straight past the bathroom, and in to the third room on my left. “You can’t make love to me in here,” she said. A C-cup, I think? oral. I gravitated to them with my lips and my tongue and my fingertips, and she hissed when I pinched a little too hard – she was sensitive, that was certainly good. “Perhaps not. It was a small room, with an old printer and an even older watercooler in it. If you’re good.”
My mental response must have been blindingly obvious because she smirked at me, gave me a peck on the lips, unlocked the door and left. A C-cup, I think? “Well, I’m sorry,” I said. She shivered and her thighs tried to tighten on my
