My Boss Knows I'm A Slút (2)
I reread the message and my own breath caught. I could feel my pulse between my legs. Without waiting, I hit send.
I slid one hand under my skirt, needing relief. My black lace thong was soaked. The fabric clung to me, slick and useless. I pulled it to the side and slipped one finger between my folds, moaning softly at how sensitive I already was.
My hips rolled as I rubbed slow, steady circles over my clít. I closed my eyes and imagined him watching me. I imagined him standing in the doorway, his chest rising with every breath, his cóck already hard and ready for my mouth.
The thought made me even wetter.
I pushed one finger inside myself, gasping quietly at the fullness. My walls clenched around the intrusion. I moved slowly, letting the pressure build w
