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Mortar and Pestle (Decadence & Rawr Kitten)

"You might wish to ask," Carol's honeyed tones wrapped themselves around Darren as though reaching into his trousers to grasp his cock. "For my reference, Darren, perhaps you can tell me how I'm disrespectful." Her eyes were clear and looked deeply into his.

"Am I crowding you, perhaps?" That impetuous rocking forward, pressing her breasts into him and then she rocked back.

"Or is it that you've mistaken my assertiveness and self-confidence for the rather less attractive trait that so many men display?" Her lips were gently curled into a smile, and her lips were perilously close to his.

She pouted then and her bottom lip brushed his. "Or are you saying that, in your case, I made a poor first impression?"
 
He was breathing really fast now, and it was obvious, even to him, that he was flustered, losing control, and spiraling down her maw. She was merely toying with him now, and he had no ammunition to speak of to back up his accusations. He had enough of this; he had to get out of here. He had to somehow salvage his manhood before he was going to lose it all. But he couldn't just walk out of there, he needed a way to bow out of here gracefully...even though he was far too angry to be graceful at all.

"What you are doing is...taking advantage of this, this situation. It's very...very much unprofessional, as well as unethical. And that is disrespectful," he said, not moving. Judging from his lack of movement, it might have given the impression he was actually enjoying having her up so close and personal.

When he felt her warm, luscious lip touch his, he took a step back, abject terror overtaking his eyes. "Carol...are you trying to...s-seduce me?" He said, smiling incredulously. "Because if word ever gets out, I could have you for sexual harassment. That wouldn't make for a very good first impression, would it?" He somehow felt a rush of victory as he uttered those words, as though that would be enough to deter her. Somehow though, he felt that it would take a whole lot more than empty threats to quell her, and he also had this sinking feeling that he was going to regret saying it soon enough.
 
Carol released him then, stood back from him, letting him feel her raw energy before blinking a little at him. "Seduce you, Darren Sawa?" Her eyes were playful and full of humour. "Why would I try to do that?" Standing only slightly away from him, she recognized what had truly frightened him.

It was her.

And she had tread on dangerously thin ice. Damned tingle that settled now in her pelvis, swirling like a temptress and she flushed, but it didn't stop the tone of contempt. "Report it, if you must, of course. After all, a man such as yourself always thinks some woman or other is entertaining thoughts about him. Perhaps even fantasizing about him. Or worse."

She turned from him, having already crossed a line and spoke over her shoulder. "Perhaps not even thinking of him at all."

Taking the file under one finger, she spun it on the desk, stopping it suddenly with a slamming of her palm. "Because that might be a wonderful way to leverage your takeover of this department, wouldn't it?" Flipping open the front, she rested her index finger in the centre of the first page. "Issues with authority, but only observed with females." Looking up at him, she narrowed her eyes.

"Take whatever steps you must, MISTER Sawa," she said with a bite. "But perhaps before you start throwing your weight around MY Department, you figure out what the hell is really going on here. Because YOU can't change a damned thing until you KNOW where we stand. AND what we do."

Sitting down, she slapped the folder closed and placed it in her desk drawer. "You're on lunch," she said dismissively. "So, take it. And get out of my office."

Keeping her eyes firmly on her computer screen she said as a final parting slap, "Unless it's beneath you to open the door you wouldn't even shut before. Now isn't THAT a telling thing..."
 
Goddammit, Robert, his thoughts flared, staring at the file on her desk. Whose side are you really on? Don't tell me she's been clawing into your pants this whole time.

Darren's face was red, brimming with anger and a mix of...something else. Frustration, was it? No, it was the inability to do anything at all as he stood there, taking in her poisonous words. He closed his eyes. "Look, if you want me to leave, why don't YOU show me the door?"

Darkness. That was all he could see. He could still smell her though. That sweet scent he was beginning to recognize. Jesus it smelled good, and fuck, why was he enjoying it. He was gonna learn what this perfume was, look it up online, and demonize it to pure hell. He'll write a pile of negative reviews of it up on Amazon. He'll even go through the trouble of making multiple accounts just to fuck with the system. Urgh.

He sighed. It was all he could do.
 
"You can't open it, can you, Darren?" Her voice suddenly honeyed and her stare focused on the centre of his chest. She dragged her eyes up his torso, finally resting on his flushed features and his steady gaze. "If you're not leaving... you're staying. So why don't you sit down?"

Calm. Professional. And oh so subtly commanding. She was comfortably settled behind the desk, posture casual as she watched him flounder like a fish. The crisp collar of her lab coat laid precisely against her neck, made all the starker for the colour that was creeping up her throat. Her blazer beneath, unbuttoned and framing her breasts, which appeared to be barely contained within her blouse and bra. Her nipples were more distended, and she shifted a little as she sat.

"Or better yet," she said, voice low and her eyes still on his face, she took her tongue and touched it to her top lip. "Come here."

Was he defeated? Or captivated? He was clearly fighting something, yet unable to do so. "Why don't you tell me what's really wrong?" Simple. Straightforward and without fanfare or even a hidden agenda. A veil came down for a moment to show the true strength of the woman within, coated in a warm, disarming tone. "Because, if I miss my guess, you're flustered and angry. You've been antagonistic since you arrived. And I can only imagine it's because you're fighting yourself more than you're fighting me."

Her posture was open, and her thighs parted slightly, the cool air comforting even through the fabric of her silken panties. That singular brush teased her desire and she needed relief. But this was neither the time nor the place. She pushed it down even as it threatened to spill out of her, and that rising want became palpable.

"Why is that?" Her voice was soothing and she watched him intently. "Why don't you tell me what you've wanted to say since you walked through my door?"
 
When he heard her soothing, commanding voice, he opened his eyes. It was almost as though everything she said was what he wanted to hear. Then, the chilling realization set in. Everything she said was what he wanted to hear. His hands behind him detached, slowly coming forward to his sides. Under ragged breaths, he ogled her, starting with her hypnotic eyes, sinking lower, down her neckline, where his dark eyes became petrified at the sight of her bosom. Oh my god, was all he could think of before he had to refrain from looking further, descending his gaze until it curved down her hips to slide over her legs, which were firmly wrapped in those stay up stockings, immaculate and smooth. Then those black eyes went up to meet hers again.

He didn't answer her question with words, but with tentative steps toward her. The first step was difficult, and he could feel a slight tremble in the toned legs hidden beneath his dark slacks. But each consecutive step thereafter was easier than the last, and time seemed to stop while he stared into her eyes. It was a frightening sight, her eyes. He saw what he had always wanted, and he also saw what he had always feared. It was something that seemed to lack in every woman in his life, and it pleased a part of him when they did; however, somewhere buried under miles of denial, his heart desired that very much. And he was hungry for it. Yearning to embrace it for the first time as he fluttered to the candlelight, like a moth fresh from the cocoon, uncertain what would happen if he got too close.

He was now where she wanted him, standing before her. He had made his way around her desk before he approached her, and now he could feel her heat. He could notice her parted thighs, sighing to him in a breathless moan.

"Why don't you stand up so we can discuss this on more even footing," he finally said. Somehow, it felt wrong speaking down to her.
 
Carol watched the confusion settle itself into something else entirely. Somewhere else entirely. Her invitation was simple and smoothly delivered, batted into his court for return, or to be completely ignored.

Apparently, his compromise met one of her own. He had asked, and she, ever-magnanimous, would acquiesce. Because it pleased her. Because she wanted it. And because he was defeated in the asking. "Certainly, Darren," she said and shifted her weight to the balls of her feet. The whisper of fabric as she moved, the rippling creases that showed more than hid, and accentuated rather than detracted.

One look at him. One single look that held him there in her gaze. And she raised her hand, palm down and expectant. She wore no rings on her right hand, and the size of it was quite deceptively small. Finely boned and gracefully offered.

Then the request came in a loaded innocence that could threaten her need completely. But she was willing to suffer a little to see if it, if HE were worth it. "Help me up?"
 
Darren gave in to her request, feeling his hand move, forgetting who he once was at the moment while he fell into her eyes, delightfully lost, helpless, all at once.

Her hand felt so soft; her skin smooth, like that of a Greek sculpture come to life. He squeezed at its firmness, unaware at first that both his hands were upon hers. He ran his fingers over the knob of her bent wrist, losing himself in his appraisal. He imagined it sliding down his pants, feeling those porcelain fingers around his throbbing cock, gripping him with the kind of fervor that she could only possess. His fingers around hers stiffened, readying to support her up. To watch her rise, his gaze on her ascending, until their eyes were staring straight into each other, and their noses about to touch.

Darren held his breath.
 
Heat. And the contact unshied from.

The touch, now fully connected was like a completed circuit, and Carol rose to stand before him, staring, without fear or compromise, into his eyes.

So close.

"I'm standing," she whispered, looking at him. "And I don't see words forming. I just see one thing you need." Her one hand still held in both of his, that strong, yet tender grip, she used the other to curl her hand through his hair and pull his face hard to hers. She broke the separation between them, and opened her mouth gently to taste him, taste his lips; taste his want that thrummed like a rapid heartbeat against her skin and ramped up her desire.

She took it, that first kiss. Claiming his mouth by crushing against his lips, she didn't let him up until her lipstick was slightly skewed and dragged across his lips like a brand.
 
He immediately closed his eyes, lowering the curtains so all he could see was darkness, and all he could feel was her soft lips devouring him. He eagerly gave in. The force of her hand caused a surge in his groin. He engorged down there, the feel of her aggressive lips ushering his erection from a cold slumber. His lips parted, allowing her warm breath to enter, progressing their contact towards a warmer, messier entanglement.

His hands let go of hers, finding her full hips, fingers spreading over the top of where her ass began to curve out, adoring every soft inch. There were so many layers before it reached her skin, and he was content with the thickness of it all. The touch of her lab coat, the slide of her corporate skirt, and the soft flesh beneath it all. Darren felt his arms flex, and he pulled her against him so he could grind himself against her, all of his thoughts of her culminating in his enlarging penis as it pressed against her, bulging from under the thin slacks. He wanted to be closer to her, to feel more. He wanted to surrender, and to be free.
 
It was a fine wine that Carol tasted on Darren's lips.

Submission.

Arrogance quelled by a simple connection that pressed him so close to her that she thought that they breathed together. His want was written so plainly on her thigh, prodded resolutely by his hardened, wanting cock. "Darren Sawa," she whispered, feeling that heat rising without end, and threatening to overflow even now, "Still nothing to say?"

Her teeth bared, she took his earlobe between them, and suckled hard at it while her hips moved of their own volition. "Tell me," she said quietly, her breath playing against his ear and the surrounding hair, "how long have you wanted me to do that?"

Moving her hands to his ass cheeks, she cupped them, squeezed firmly and pressed him fully into her.

"Tell me," she said in that same lulling tone, her nipples now hardened chips pressing into his chest, even through so much material. Her voice low, even and hypnotic... "Tell me what you want me to do..."
 
He moaned in response to her question, relishing in how helpless her goading tone made him feel. Then he felt one of his ears being devoured by her lips, and he nearly cried out, stifling it so that it was only a gasp.

"Ever...since I laid eyes on you," he answered her next question, eyes closed. Facial expression squeezed into a look of painful pleasure.

He was fully erect for her once he felt her hands over his ass, and they were connected, with only layers of clothing between them. It was like a dream for Darren; it was like a nightmare; it was becoming surreal. His hands slipped lower, finding her large ass...discovering how round it was, gripping his fingers over them. There was so much of her, that he needed to reassign his grip elsewhere to take more of her in his hands.

Darren completely surrendered himself in to his desires. Those layers of denial melted away, and he could feel his heart thudding in his chest. He was in uncharted waters now, and it terrified him, for he wasn't sure what lurked in the murky depths.

"I want you to fuck me," he said. It felt like he was testifying before a judge, and that judge was Carol Tanaka.
 
"Then fuck you, I shall..." Carol's voice slid over his skin as though it, too, could touch him. Her tongue and teeth dragged over his flesh, nipping at places he had never thought existed before. She massaged his ass through his trousers and she rotated her hot body over his crotch, moaning a little with it.

"Get undressed," she whispered to him, still biting at him, but not encouraging him, simply letting him get naked at his own pace. Because he was going to be naked in her office.

And she was going to fuck him.
 
Even in the midst of such ecstasy, Darren couldn't believe what he was doing. Still though, he listened to her every command, beginning with the column of buttons unfastened from his lab coat. With a calm expression, and while feeling her lips around him, he spread open his coat, spreading it away behind him to let it fall to the floor, revealing a white dress shirt with a stylish, thin, black tie. A faint outline of a loose, gray tank top glowed from below the white shirt.

Deftly, his fingers hooked over the knot of his tie and gripped, loosening it from his collar. His sleeves were long, but they failed to hide his rather impressive physique that the lab coat concealed. With his elbows bent so he could loosen his tie, the round bulge of his bicep appeared, tightening the fabric around his arm. Once his tie was loosened, he began unbuttoning his dress shirt. Smooth, tanned skin began to appear with each button being slipped through its slit. Once Darren was done, he undid the buttons in his cuffs and the clean, ironed dress shirt fell away, allowing the cold, sterile air of Carol's office to touch his skin. His chest rose from under the tank top, thick, clean, and chiseled. Darren wasn't exceptionally muscular, but he had a toned, built look to him that stood in between being cut and bulky. Shades of his six pack rippled from beneath the folds of his undershirt.

His hands then went down and unbuckled his black, Gucci belt, throwing clinks from the metal buckle as he swung the smooth leather free. Then came the unzipping of his trousers, and all he had to do was let go, and the black slacks crumpled to his feet. A pair of gray, boxer briefs remained; its sleek, microfiber fabric reflecting some of the fluorescent lighting in the lab. Its stability and form was highly distorted from his bulging erection though, as a small sliver of his member was visible from the elastic hem. He straightened the 6" cock in there, allowing more of its uncircumcised head to poke out.

He was methodical with the undressing now, and he wasn't even wary of even bothering to wait for Carol to undress, but she was free to, if she chose to. Darren then removed his dress shoes and black socks, feeling the cold, metal tiles bite his bare feet. Now he was clad in nothing but a tank top with matching underwear. On his first day. With a boss he loathed, yet, was developing a serious crush for. He wasn't totally exposed to her, but he'd rather have her handle the rest.
 
Carol watched as Darren Sawa systematically undressed, watching each minute crease and form tended to in a truly particular manner. It was a fascinating expression of defeat, and she watched each item whisper from his body and find its way into a neat pile.

Each piece of clothing he shed, Carol matched him as well. Labcoat, starched and pressed, lay strewn across her desk in an organized but haphazard way. Each piece laid subsequently on the first, the pile mounting as his was, her eyes watching him carefully. Her fingernails hovered over the top button, waiting for him to be done.

Her eyes were warm and deep, eyelashes long and curled, were fluttering gently, and then he looked at her. "Now, help me get undressed."
 
All he could hear was his own heart throbbing as Darren fought to keep himself calm. He oftentimes felt this paralyzing anxiety overtaking him whenever he was faced with something sexual that he really wanted, but have held back for so long. Could submitting himself to this witch be what he truly sought after? He didn't want to think about it, right now. He only thought about wanting to surrender himself to Carol so she could fuck him. So she could grind him into oblivion and render him helpless to her will.

He took a deep, calming breath as he watched her command him to help her get undressed. With careful steps, he neared her. His sensitive skin, now prickling with goosebumps, could feel her warmth emanating from her. Her smell, as intoxicating as ever, singed his nostrils with a sweet desire for her lovely breasts. He brought both his hands up and settled his fingers over the top button. He watched her chest shift just a little while he had to tug at the fabric of her blouse to get the button though its slit. He undid the first, seeing her creamy skin appear, smooth, and making him want to lacquer it with his tongue. When he made his way down to her third button, he began seeing cleavage, and his breathing began to pick up, eyes ogling at the dark, shadowy line. Darren swallowed again, quickly undoing the next few buttons until he had her blouse completely separated at the front.

He then rose his eyes up to meet hers, feeling that urge to avoid making eye contact with her. Feeling the shame of defeat from under her heel. But the overwhelming ecstasy and want was too much to turn away from, so he kept his eyes leveled and brought his hand around her waist, pulling her into him so he could slide his smooth, silk-like underwear against her skirt, moving up along the pinstripes that accentuated her leash over him. His fingers slipped under the waistband of her skirt, digging under until he was beneath the sheet of polyester and spreading them over her bare ass. Oh dear lord...he could have came then and there, but Darren kept his calm, bending his wrists down so he could slip her skirt down from behind. He heard the whisper, so gradual and slow, and he could feel her bare thigh against his once the skirt fell away.
 
Carol watched Darren's slow, paced steps as he approached her, eyes wandering down his body until she rested her eyes on his hard cock, seated and ready in his briefs. He was hard all over, body responding to her as though it had a mind of its own, and truly, it seemed to. His fingers... were they trembling? His eyes glued to her cleavage, the depths of which were revealed to him, her blouse open and the cool air brushing against her stomach. Her nipples hardened with the added contact, and she shifted slightly as he moved.

His hands brought her to him tightly, that throb in her clit making her suck in a breath, and her eyes glazed over a bit. He took great care to let her skirt drop to the floor, and she stepped out of it, legs parted slightly and heat... almost unbearable... calling to her being in a rolling thrum.

Cupping his ass once more, she pulled him firmly against her, legs slightly parted and she crushed him to her, mouth covering his in a claiming motion that took every part of her and poured it into him. Let him feel the power that was Carol. Let him meet and face it... and she used her fingernails to curl under his waist band sliding his underwear across his hardened member. Then she pulled them down and slid them off, scraping up and along his flesh and then slid his matching grey tank off and over his head.

Her eyes bored into his, and she stood, skin sliding against skin as she opened her mouth to him. "Remover the rest, Darren Sawa. Remove the rest and let me show you what I can do to you..."
 
He closed his eyes, letting his moan get muffled in her mouth as she kissed him. He felt his underwear being tugged down, and as the waistband slid, lightly scraping at the bottom of his shaft, she exposed his member to the cold of her office. It wobbled from the force of her pull, swiveling far enough to brush her lower navel like a slash with a fencing sword.

His nipples grew pert once she removed his top, a mere jean rivet in comparison to her large nubs. At least he remained larger where it mattered. His cock stood stiff, veins surging from the sides that led up to the uncircumcised, purplish head sheathed in the thin layer of skin. It wasn't magnificent in length, but it was large enough to cast a small shadow. Its shadow stretched over his chiseled torso, where he spent many hours at the gym sculpting, finished with a light tan.

He opened his eyes again, meeting her eyes up close to his face, once more. Then another command. This time, with a hint of more to come once he fulfilled her request. He took a step back, lowering his dark eyes down her neckline and to the dark trench in between her breasts. He brought two palms up and cupped her with sculpting fingers, letting her overflow in his hands as he groped her. Then, as though respecting her wishes, he slid his hands over the surface of her bra, feeling the bump of her nipples underneath the silken cups, and made his way around to the hooks in the back. His thumb felt the warmth of her back while he unhooked her bra, and he watched as the large cups supporting her large breasts gave away, causing her heavy chest to collapse from its lack of support. He swung her cream-colored bra over her, exposing her magnificent chest to him. He was surprised to find her underwear so brightly colored; it nearly matched her skin tone. She wore so much black in her blazer and skirt, that he had assumed there would be more dark colors to clash with her light skin.

Settling his hands on her hips, Darren lowered himself so he was down on his knees. He slowly slid down her matching panties, marveling how much the lacy flowers contrasted with her Type-A, stalwart persona. He was nearly eye-level with her crotch, and his every breath exhaled into the warmth that emanated between her legs. Watching the cream, silk and lace panty wrinkle as he unmasked her pussy, Darren kept his face close so he could see every detail of her. He fought the urge to lick. To suck.

Once the panties were down, Darren did not hesitate with the stay up stockings, which also matched in color. He unwrapped her legs, hearing the stockings sigh as they crumpled to her feet. Darren pressed a cheek against the inside of her thigh, scratching it with his developing stubble. With each leg, he gently rose her feet with both hands and great care, allowing her to remove her 3-inch stilettos with a bent leg.

Once she was completely undressed, Darren remained on his knees, with both hands gripping her from the back of her thighs, admiring the creamy softness of them, while he kept his face just a mere few inches away from the Y-shaped junction in between her legs. He bent his head back and looked up at her.

"Well?"
 
Like a cocky man. Like she had been waiting all this time for him to be naked for her, kneeling and staring with obvious want at her core. If it hadn't been so sensitive or wanting, she may not have continued. Nor might she have challenged him, or forced the next part.

But she WAS wanting. And her clitoris, now so sensitive, quivered in anticipation. "Well indeed, Darren Sawa," she whispered and placed one foot up on his shoulder. "Since you're down there, you show me what you can do with that smart mouth of yours."

That would be one way to shut him up.
 
Doubt began to spread through Darren's mind again, flashing warnings, signals, and throwing caution in the air. What was he doing, and why was he on his knees before this woman who had insulted him from the get go. The biting cold of the steel tiles bit at his knees, which were already red from remaining in that position.

When he felt her foot on his shoulder, followed by another series of lashes from her tongue, he found himself unable to resist once again. It all became so futile, so hopeless to retain gender roles here. To be the stern man that wanted to put her in her place.

Darren nearly whimpered from the sheer magnitude of bliss overtaking him; from the sheer weight of her leg on his shoulder. The stinging tone insulting him, licking his erection to full hardness. He licked his lips, focusing his eyes on her clit, which to his surprise, stood quite erect and noticeable.

The tiny bulb was easy to find in between his tongue and lips. He teased it with the tip of his tongue, smelling the salt in between her legs, tasting some of her in the process before closing his eyes. He pinched at it with his lip before extending his tongue over it, mashing his mouth up her pussy, giving his mouth something to work on. He sucked on the small nub, slurping at it, realizing it may have been the largest clit he ever had in his mouth. It wasn't that much larger than some of the other women he dated, but it just seemed to feel a little more swollen and prominent.
 
Carol's head rocked back with the sensation and she almost lost herself to it, almost gave of herself to his mouth without care. The procedure was so dizzyingly effective that she could hardly stand or even balance herself with the want; it fanned flames within her core that had not been touched before.

But it wasn't just that, was it?

One hand slid into his hair, nails grazing his scalp as he suckled her clit, hips rocking forward, offering it to him, then rocking back, taking it away again. She felt her whole body harden with the contact, and instead of melting into it, she fought to maintain some semblance of control.

She had flushed, her pale skin now touched with a light pinkish colour, but she kept her knee locked and held tightly to him, a gentle sigh escaping her lips. "This meeting is going well, I think. And it'll go better in a few more moments..."

It was heat that spread out across her lower stomach and pooled like honey deep inside of her. A second hand curled into his hair and she ground against his face...
 
When he felt her hand on his head, he thought, all right, she was keeping his head balanced, and she was enjoying it. Understandable, given the situation. But when he felt that second hand over his head, he then got that impression she was serious about being aggressive, and that was then he felt her hands smother his face into her pussy.

Darren wanted to murmur in protest at first. His hands let go of her legs, flailing for a bit, before returning to their position behind her thighs. His nose bent sideways, then upwards, with her pubes filling his nostrils. He could really smell her there, and it was at first jarring, but he later found himself intoxicated by her scent, gladly suffocating in it. His upper lip smeared upward from her movements, showing teeth, before coming back down, pushing down his lower lip. And the cycle continued, repeating itself.

He couldn't explain why, but he was loving it; so eager to embrace this feeling than ever before, even though he would have loathed it beyond all recognition before this. He moaned; it being stifled by the wall of vagina grounding his face. The noticeable clit frightened him at first, bringing to mind female bodybuilders with too much testosterone, but what terrified him about this women always turned into this awful yearning for more. He continued to suck on her, adding pressure, stretching that loose kernel into his wet lips, flicking his tongue over it. His erection screamed for her, and begged for attention. Darren had to ignore it for now, for he was overtaken by lust. Lust for Carol, and anything else she would reveal to him about herself.
 
She would not plead, nor break. But she would come. Carol Tanaka knew that beyond any and all else, that tingling sensation that lived deep inside of her was rising to flow over and through her like the tide.

As she rocked and ground harder, she thought on Darren Sawa. That mouth of his needed her pussy to keep quiet, that face needed to be marked with her juices; he needed to breathe her in like an aphrodisiac and taste every inch of her until he could do nothing else.

What she wanted was to feel his hard cock deep inside of her; wanted to fuck him hard and take him deep, riding him as well as she could, taking what he might otherwise not give, but mostly, to simply take.
 
Carol's muscles in her legs felt like they were dissolving... as though acid was eating them through from the inside. Her knees buckled and for the first time, she felt grateful for a man's hands on her legs. He steadied her as she curled over him, her clit throbbing as it responded to his punishing tongue.

She couldn't stop it, simply wouldn't be able to as a wave hit her like a wall, causing her whole body to shake with it. A low growling moan came from deep inside of her chest, and she rotated her hips in small and stilted circles. It rose from inside of her, like a strangled cry, and she felt her clit grow even more inside of his mouth. He was... good... and she was so hot for that touch... for his touch...

If he let go of her, she would slide down, inevitably. Her legs no longer could hold her up, and she trembled in an unending release that shook her to the very centre of her core. Her eyes were deep and full, and she looked down at him in a mixture of appreciative and lustful need.

She had made a promise, and she was NOT one to go back on her word.
 
He felt her entire weight smothering his face with her pussy. To imagine, the wide, womanly hips of hers, her heavy breasts, as well as her thick, round thighs all concentrated down over his face. He breathed, but what he was mostly breathing was the smell in between her legs. Bristles of her fur pricked into his nostrils, and they felt sharp in his lips as well as over his tongue. He gasped, murmuring into the pink labia surrounded by the black hedge. He was so...wondrously lost.

His washboard abs tightened as the sinew in his arms grew taut. He gripped her thighs, and then realized he was literally supporting most of her weight now, as it seemed like her legs were grew limp. Oh dear God. This was incredibly hot, and if he wasn't going to release some tension down there, his brain would be itching to burst. His face was surely getting red from her repeated mashing, but he savored all of it, letting his tongue slide out of his mouth, spreading her lips while creating a mess for the both of them. It was so unfair that he wouldn't be able to hide the mess from his lips, but she could. But he was already beginning to enjoy--and just perhaps allowing himself to as well--just how unfair things were between him and his new boss.
 
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