Afternoon Delight? More Like Afternoon Torture
A couple weeks ago I thought to myself, wouldn’t it be nice to have a quickie on my lunch break one of these days? I mentioned it to Jazz Man during one of our weekly Monday Fuck Days, and he was all for it.
On Tuesday we texted back and forth, arranging to meet for some in-and-out in under an hour sex. Today I wore one of my favorite secretary-esque pencil skirts, high heels, and lacy thong underwear. All morning I anxiously awaited the clock striking noon, eagerly fantasizing about how Jazz Man and I would tear each other’s clothes off then devour each other in a storm of biting, sucking, and fucking.
