With many thanks to my Coauthor, who wants to stay anonymous.
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I was sitting on my desk, legs crossed, observing you like a predator. You stood just a bit away from me in front of the window. Having a smoke.
Biting on my lips, I have been waiting far too long for you to come over and go on with what we had started the other day when we had a date in the pub.
Being drunk and horny in the end. Kissing like lunatics. When you pressed me against the wooden pillar of the bar, your hand firmly around my ass, massaging it. Forcing yourself between my legs, so I could feel hard erection on my thighs. God, I was wet. And so mad for you.
I waited for you.
But now my patience was exhausted. I started touching and stroking you while you were standing in front of me, still smoking your joint that made you feel relaxed. How cute you were. So nervous the first time we met, and still are, in a way.
I like that. It makes me feel more comfortable to know that I can lead the situation, although I knew you could be different. I wanted you to lead me too.
My hands went under your shirt to touch your nice and soft skin. Firm muscles. I could hear you breathing louder. I kissed your neck and bit you softly.
Inhaling the smell of exotic shower gel, smoke and you. One of my hands wandered down and could feel you getting hard.
Taking your cock I started rubbing it gently to make it harder, hearing you gasping, feeling you grow bigger.
Jumping off my table, I knelt down in front of you, opened your pants and pulling them down to your knees. Now you had to smoke with one hand. The other one I wanted on the back of my head so you could move me back and forth.
I love sucking your dick. The skin is firm and soft at the same time. Filling my mouth while stretching it. I closed my lips around your bell end and sucked it gently. Your hand clung onto my hair even tighter. I liked it.
