My new office needs to be initialized…
Too bad Your Pretty Woman Syndrome bars You from preforming the above act.
Anyway, I could make do with having You lean Your back against the closed door, me on my knees in front of You, my lips parted and moist, waiting for You to feed me my favourite treat.
Or even better, bending over, having You fuck my pussy with just a few, exquisite, deep strokes. Before pulling out, just as swiftly as You started, to empty Your load down my throat in one harsh movement, but not before having smeared my lips and my face with my own juices.
Holding my head in place, making me gag, my eyes water and my make up run.
Leaving me all wet and open and unfulfilled.

