Stunningly beautiful. So demure, so pretty standing by the office water cooler, and this dirty Old Man I am, furtively looking you over and stripping you down. Your eye catches mine in a blink unnoticed by anyone else, but captured and held by you and I - the moment frozen when our eyes locked and both said: I want more of you…
… somehow or another, two hours later we’re at your place, alone just you and I. You excuse yourself, advising that you need to slip into something comfortable. Make us some drinks Baby, you declare, pointing to the booze over there. And I happily oblige… slow n easy. Not hurried. Slow time - every single moment savored, you and I together, and I move to make us drinks, eagerly anticipating what something more comfortable will look like on you, cumming down those steps…
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