I watched your huge tits lose their outermost support as you unbuttoned the last button of your satin jacket. Those full twin globes dropped, jiggled and made my cock twitch. My fierce dick was restrained in my pants with a burning pain, but I controlled my urges. Through years of managing experience, I had learned to stay calm.

Oh, no. Don’t bite your lip! I roared in the back of my mind and strived to stay cool. The conference room was very quiet, we looked at each other and could hear each other's breath, together with the buzzing sound from the AC vent. The air smelled refreshing and erotic with the mixture of your floral scent and my summer cologne.

I looked up into your eyes with a plain facial expression. The hot interviewee before me complied with my lewd order to take off her suit, which suggested that she knew what I wanted from her, and she obeyed. She agreed with the path which we were heading towards and now she was sitting on pins and needles wondering about however I wanted to do to her next. Her slightly nervous look and her blushed face suddenly aroused my conquering desires. I got time. There was no need to hurry. I wanted to slowly tease and torture her to my satisfaction. What I couldn’t tell now was whether she would embrace the process and become a volcano of orgasms, or stay back just as a victim. In either case, she didn’t have strength or room for negotiation. Having the upper hand, I wanted to keep it light and let the ball roll.

“Very good!” I praised in a deep husky voice as I breathed in your beauty like the aroma of Spring. Your luscious boobs jumped up and down in your black lace bra as you wheezed. I pretended to be heedless but indeed I wanted to rip off that bra with a snarl. Suavely, I gripped the edge of the table and continued to embarrass you across the table: “Now, hike up your skirt for me. Spread your legs, and show me how you would please yourself."

Hiya,

Hope you like the setting. You would be the hot interviewee who is sitting right across your interviewer listening to his instructions. Maybe you've checked my linkedIn profile, but other than that, I am a perfect stranger to you?

Maybe you need to keep your voice low. Through the thin conference-room door, you could hear people talking, walking, or typing on their mechanical keyboards. There would be some electricity when being discovered has high stakes, right? People are walking outside. Would they find out the subtle, illicit, muffled, but passionate vibration coming from this conference room?

Maybe there is some age gap between us? Would you like your interviewer much younger or older than you?

All characters are over the age of 18.

My kinks are: big boobs, big boobs, big boobs.

My limits are: animals, scat, pee, etc.

Message me, please!