She sits in her office chair, and she can’t stop the pulsing, that emanates from between her legs, from coursing through her entire body.
She thinks of her boyfriend…his touch, his eyes……..his marks. She feels the wetness begin.
She thinks of her girlfriend. Her hair. Her delicate tongue. Her smoothly shaven mound, razor-thin dark landing strip trailing to her own moist opening. Her wetness increases, her breathing quickens and deepens.
She thinks of her husband….her Sir. She sees his latest mark….faint, but she knows it’s there. She feels the slight sting at the top of her ass, where his hand print is still visible. Her breathing quickens further, and she must part her lips slightly to breathe. The wetness between her thighs turns to a steady trickle, as her pulsing is now so strong it pushes the juices out of her slit and soaks her panties. She hears his voice in her head. She sees his eyes flash. She feels his strong arms wrap her in a powerful embrace that conveys more protection, love, and ownership than she can hardly imagine. A slight moan escapes her lips as her mind sees his hands sliding down and peeling her sex open, and placing the head of his cock at her entrance. A vision of one swift thrust makes her feel the soreness inside, a legacy of several recent poundings. She closes her eyes, and her hips start to shake, her breathing becomes ragged, and then the waves come……again……again…..and she cannot stop them. Her orgasm subsides…..and her mind begins to blur….and float…..and she wonders………she wonders how on earth she is supposed to concentrate…..and then, she starts think about him all over again…..