Naughty conference

As he released his kiss, his hands moved to the side of her stomach. With a strong grip, he lifted her onto the desk, oblivious of the papers crumbling under her ass and falling to the floor. She leaned back using her arms to support her weight as he pulled her skirt up to her waist. Then he stepped back to admire her.

She laid there exposed, her breasts lying outside her bra and nipples hard , legs spread, and her wet pussy exposed. Overcome with desire and want, she put her weight on one arm, while the other played with her breasts. Her hand moved below to play with her wet clit and two of her fingers plunged inside to fill her need for him, and then back up to her mouth, tasting her own sweet yet salty nectar.

“Please.” The word escaped her lips in rasping breaths. Answering her pleas he began to remove his jeans, exposing his exquisite hard cock. His body wedged between her thighs and she sat up pushing her body close to his. His fingers probed her, feeling the hot moisture there, rubbing her g-spot and feeling it get larger with every stroke, the smell of her sex getting stronger as she got closer to climax.