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Cabin lights off and my senior bending raw for me

Cabin lights off and my senior bending raw for me

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After that crazy friday I keep thinking about my indian office sex story even when I try to sleep. Release week killed everyone in our Mumbai tower. Most peeps ran for local by 8 but I stayed back finishing the last excel sheet for the client. Cabin lights low only the bigger ones near the glass still on. Neha from the BA side walked in without knocking. Tight black skirt and that light peach top she always wears when she wants eyes on her. She said bas one file chahiye and close the loop. I told her wait two minutes I am sending. She did not wait. She came round the desk and stood so close I could smell her perfume mixed with sweat from the long day.

I looked up and her nipples were already poking the cloth. She caught me staring and just smiled crooked. She said something like you always look like a hungry kutte when work ends late. I laughed and said haan toh kya your call if you stand like that. She locked the cabin door with her heel then pulled the blinds half. No big speech. She put both hands on my desk and pushed the laptop aside. My cock jumped hard against the pant zip. She saw the shape and licked her lips slow.

Skirt yanked and mouth full first

I stood up and spun her. Skirt rode high over those thick thighs. No stockings just plain black panty already damp in the middle. I touched there and she jerked. She muttered do it fast before cleaner aunty comes floor wise. I yanked the panty sideways and slid two fingers straight in. Wet and hot like she had been thinking since evening meeting. She bent more and I pushed her head down toward my open zip. Cock sprang out thick and dark. She took it in mouth without any shy game. Wet lips stretched and she sucked hard making those choking sounds. Spit ran down the shaft onto my balls. I grabbed her hair and fucked her throat till her eyes watered. She gurgled but kept going deeper each time.

I pulled out and slapped the wet head on her cheek. She looked up messy lipstick and said ab andar daalo warna main chali jaungi. I spun her again face first over my desk papers flying. That round ass looked heavy and soft. I spat on her hole then rubbed. Pussy lips shiny. I pushed in slow at first feeling every ridge stretch round my cock. Then I slammed full. Desk shook. She bit her own arm to stay quiet but still moaned low. I held her hips and pounded like the week tension needed out. Each thrust made her ass cheeks clap against me. Her top came loose one boob hanging. I reached and pinched the nipple hard. She pushed back meeting every stroke.

Her married ring pressed on the glass

She is married I knew that biwi tag on her chat photo. Finger ring scratched the glass partition while I fucked. That made it filthier. I pulled out and flipped her onto the chair. Legs open wide over the armrests. Pussy gaping and dripping on the seat. I knelt and ate her for a minute tasting that tangy desi cunt. Tongue deep then teeth on the clit. She grabbed my hair and hissed more harder. I stood and drove back in. Chair creaked bad. I hooked her knees and folded her. Deep strokes hit something inside and her whole body shook. Juice ran down my balls onto the floor tiles.

I told her open that mouth again and she did. Pulled out slapped her tongue with wet cock then shoved back into pussy. Faster now sweat dripping from my chin onto her stomach. She whispered cuum inside no pull out. That broke me. I buried to the root and pumped thick jets deep. Felt the warm flood fill her. Some leaked out immediately white and sticky coating her hole and my shaft. I kept thrusting slow through the aftershakes milking every drop.

Second round against the whiteboard

We both breathed hard for a bit. She stood shaky legs and wiped with tissue from my drawer. Then she laughed quiet and said ek aur baar before I go. I was half hard again looking at that mess of unfair body. I pushed her face first to the whiteboard markers rolling off tray. Lifted one leg high. Entered from below this time. Different angle tighter. Her hand smeared half erased notes while I railed her. Wonderful wet slap sounds filled the small cabin. I reached front and rubbed her clit rough. She came hard clamping and almost yelling. Pussy fluttered so much my cock almost slipped. I held better and fucked her through it until I shot again smaller load but still enough to drip down both thighs.

She fixed skirt as best she could. Panty soaked so she stuffed it in her bag. Looked at me once more eyes still glassy. She said Monday normal nothing happened. Then unlocked and left walking a bit bow legged toward lift. I sat back sticky cock out and smoked half a cig from the secret packet. Cabin smelled of sex and her perfume. Later cleaner aunty knocked I said five minutes and cleaned the chair seat with tissues. Desk papers were wrinkled forever.

Even now when Neha walks past my bay in that same skirt my cock remembers every detail. Empty office nights hit different after that. No big love story just raw need after killing work. I go home shower and still feel her insides around me. Next late shift I leave the blinds open longer just in case. Floor stays quiet but my head stays loud with that night.

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