You're working as the temp in office late on night making copies of clients information for tax return I'm preparing and I come up to see if you are finished so can file all away. I notice that you must be wearing a thong or no panties at all as you sway back and forth making copies. Make mental note to self to watch what you wear. But, as do that you notice me staring and ask what is on my mind. I tell you wondering and you laugh to come over and find out I tell you only if let me take copy of you wearing it.
I slip up behind you quickly and tear open your shirt and press our blue lace covered breasts to the glass and push the button. You moan from heat of the machine on your chest watch as your nipples rise against the lace begging to be pinched. Standing pressing against your backside slip my hands around front and give you a little squeeze running my hands up your thighs and across your lips and find a little dampness. Slipping my hands to your hips to unzip the zipper on the side your crisp tan slacks I slowly slide my hands inside to find only garters holding up your stockings and no panties at all.
I tell you what a naughty little girl you are as slide them down your legs and gentle stroke the fuzzy patch above your lips. You start to grind you ass into my package now growing in my pants. I tell you to climb up and spread your legs on copy machine so I can have some copies. I tell you to play with your clit as the machine makes you even hotter from heat of the bulb and watch you dribble on the glass. I slide you off and slide under you and slowly lick your inner thighs slowly up to your honey pop which is dripping gentle dew on my face. I slowly slip my tongue over your now pouting lips gently forcing the slit open wider and watch as your clit shakes as I near lightly flicking it with my tongue you start to shiver as you climax grows.
