my bra, and I feel my face heat. He told me before that he doesn’t approve of underwire and padding.
“It’s not the same one from the night we met,” I point out.
“Take it off,” he says, displeasure thickening his voice.
Might as well do it in style. I arch on the table, my knees bent, my breasts thrusting into the air and my lower back hollowing. The table is cool on my arm as I twist my wrist behind my back.
Oh. It’s a front closure. I forgot which one I was wearing.
Still arched, I trail my fingers over the swollen cups and unhook the fastener, but I don’t let the pieces fall. I wish Romeo would let me keep it on; it does amazing things for my chest.
Irritation in his eyes, he leans over and yanks the cups open. My breasts, no longer supported, abandon their perky positions.
“Look at yourself,” Romeo says. His attention is focused on my nipples, and lust colors his eyes.
I glance down.
My breasts are mediocre, though the stiffness of my nipples makes them more enticing, I think. My stomach is flat, all the way down to where it disappears under the waistband of my skirt.
“Sit up,” Hawthorne orders.
I push against the table, my knees bent, the soles of my high heels flat on the table and the backs of the shoes pressing against my ass.
“Perhaps I was unclear before,” Romeo says. “If I see you wearing another fake bra in my office, I’m going to make you take it off.”
He holds out his hand and I slide the bra the rest of the way off and give it to him. He tosses it across the table.
“Now put your shirt back on,” he says.
My eyes widen. Is the punishment for my vanity being sent home without sex?
“Now,” Romeo growls.
My hands jerk for the blouse. It’s still warm from my body heat.
After I fasten the buttons, I look to the men.
“Come here,” Hawthorne says.
I scoot toward him. With every movement, my breasts jiggle under the silken fabric. The delicate friction makes my nipples even harder, and as a quick glance down confirms, more prominent.
Hawthorne catches the back of my head in his hand, and he kisses me. It’s a Hawthorne kiss, through and through. Dominating. A bit rude, his tongue ignoring the give-and-take that a kiss is supposed to be. Yet it’s sexy as sin.
He lowers me as he kisses, and then I find myself on my back again, Hawthorne leaning over me. Against my thigh, I feel his rigid erection through all the layers of fabric between us.
“Turn her,” Romeo says, and Hawthorne spins me. Thanks to the polished surface of the table and my slippery clothing, I glide easily until my head hangs over the edge, giving me an excellent upside-down view of my bosses.
Romeo palms my breasts in his huge hands. “Mm,” he groans. “This is so much better.” As he speaks, his fingers tighten until my nipples are trapped, squeezed.
“Open your mouth,” Hawthorne says.
Romeo pulls me toward the edge of the table, his hands wrapped around my ass. When he has me in place, he unzips his pants and takes out his enormous cock.
My tongue flickers over my lips in anticipation. The idea of sucking him again is terrifying, but I’m so eager to redeem myself that I’ll do anything these men want.
He fists the thick shaft and directs the swollen head toward my waiting mouth. I can feel the heat of his body radiating out.
As the taut head slicks over my lips, I moan. Romeo’s cock throbs in response.
The other two men are crowding in close, their erections jutting hungrily from the flies of their pants, their balls hanging heavily. Looking at them upside down is surreal, like I’ve been plunged into an X-rated dreamscape.
Romeo traps my head so that I can’t look around. Now all I see are his massive thighs moving closer, his heavy sack.
Then he presses in, and I don’t even see that.
What percentage of him is in my mouth, I don’t know. Several inches, but not the majority of his shaft. His girth is too thick, and
“It’s not the same one from the night we met,” I point out.
“Take it off,” he says, displeasure thickening his voice.
Might as well do it in style. I arch on the table, my knees bent, my breasts thrusting into the air and my lower back hollowing. The table is cool on my arm as I twist my wrist behind my back.
Oh. It’s a front closure. I forgot which one I was wearing.
Still arched, I trail my fingers over the swollen cups and unhook the fastener, but I don’t let the pieces fall. I wish Romeo would let me keep it on; it does amazing things for my chest.
Irritation in his eyes, he leans over and yanks the cups open. My breasts, no longer supported, abandon their perky positions.
“Look at yourself,” Romeo says. His attention is focused on my nipples, and lust colors his eyes.
I glance down.
My breasts are mediocre, though the stiffness of my nipples makes them more enticing, I think. My stomach is flat, all the way down to where it disappears under the waistband of my skirt.
“Sit up,” Hawthorne orders.
I push against the table, my knees bent, the soles of my high heels flat on the table and the backs of the shoes pressing against my ass.
“Perhaps I was unclear before,” Romeo says. “If I see you wearing another fake bra in my office, I’m going to make you take it off.”
He holds out his hand and I slide the bra the rest of the way off and give it to him. He tosses it across the table.
“Now put your shirt back on,” he says.
My eyes widen. Is the punishment for my vanity being sent home without sex?
“Now,” Romeo growls.
My hands jerk for the blouse. It’s still warm from my body heat.
After I fasten the buttons, I look to the men.
“Come here,” Hawthorne says.
I scoot toward him. With every movement, my breasts jiggle under the silken fabric. The delicate friction makes my nipples even harder, and as a quick glance down confirms, more prominent.
Hawthorne catches the back of my head in his hand, and he kisses me. It’s a Hawthorne kiss, through and through. Dominating. A bit rude, his tongue ignoring the give-and-take that a kiss is supposed to be. Yet it’s sexy as sin.
He lowers me as he kisses, and then I find myself on my back again, Hawthorne leaning over me. Against my thigh, I feel his rigid erection through all the layers of fabric between us.
“Turn her,” Romeo says, and Hawthorne spins me. Thanks to the polished surface of the table and my slippery clothing, I glide easily until my head hangs over the edge, giving me an excellent upside-down view of my bosses.
Romeo palms my breasts in his huge hands. “Mm,” he groans. “This is so much better.” As he speaks, his fingers tighten until my nipples are trapped, squeezed.
“Open your mouth,” Hawthorne says.
Romeo pulls me toward the edge of the table, his hands wrapped around my ass. When he has me in place, he unzips his pants and takes out his enormous cock.
My tongue flickers over my lips in anticipation. The idea of sucking him again is terrifying, but I’m so eager to redeem myself that I’ll do anything these men want.
He fists the thick shaft and directs the swollen head toward my waiting mouth. I can feel the heat of his body radiating out.
As the taut head slicks over my lips, I moan. Romeo’s cock throbs in response.
The other two men are crowding in close, their erections jutting hungrily from the flies of their pants, their balls hanging heavily. Looking at them upside down is surreal, like I’ve been plunged into an X-rated dreamscape.
Romeo traps my head so that I can’t look around. Now all I see are his massive thighs moving closer, his heavy sack.
Then he presses in, and I don’t even see that.
What percentage of him is in my mouth, I don’t know. Several inches, but not the majority of his shaft. His girth is too thick, and
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