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“Mr.Yang,”
He lifts his head at the sound of her voice, finding her standing just at the end of his desk. He doesn’t miss the way her thighs press against the other, her fingers curling in the hem of her skirt with a nervous fidget running through her palms. She looks at him with big, miserable eyes full of unmistakable need. “Please?” she mutters, “Can we?” and her voice was so low and hushed it dared to cross into a whisper. Welt knows what she’s here for without her so much as needing to tell him.
He nods in understanding and relief crosses her gentle face. He beckons her to come closer, his fingers curling and with it she moves forward like a hound on a leash— it’s endearing how badly she wants to please him.
As she stands before him his hands drift over the curves of her waist, rising up and tucking his thumbs into the hem of her shirt. He traces small images into the curve of her belly. She arches forward into his touch and tilts her head back, a shuddering sigh leaving her lips as with his palms came sweet relief.
He nudges her legs apart with his knee tucking itself between her thighs and tries directing her to lay across the flat tabletop, but she stops him with a gentle push at his shoulders and a shake of her head. “No,” she says and he stops immediately, his gaze turning up to her in question and concern before he catches that little grin etching itself across her lips. “I want to be on top,” she says as her nails rake across the buttons on his vest before her palms push against his chest, pressing his back against his chair while her knee hikes over his lap to let her full weight straddle him.
He swallows at the sight of her clothed cunt pressing down on the growing tent of his pants, and he sees no reason to refuse her.
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The filthy sound of skin on skin floods his ears, and Welt can hardly think through the saccharine heat that suffocates him. He breathes through his teeth, his head tilting far back into his chair as she rides him with fervor. Her hips bounce up and down on his lap, greedily taking every inch of his cock inside of that soaking wet cunt of hers. She bites her bottom lip tight between her teeth in fear of being heard, but she can’t help the soft sounds that escape her throat as she uses Welt to get herself off. His heavy-eyes watch his throbbing dick disappear into her dripping heat through the frames of his glasses, going in and out, in and out, in and out again and again—
He holds onto her for dear life, his chest stuttering and his fingers curling into the plush skin of her waist. It does little to falter her pace, if anything she seems emboldened by his own trembling body beneath her own. “Mr.Yang,” she shivers, pressing her hips flush against his own until their waists were kissing and grinding down until she feels Welt’s fingers tremble against her. “Mr.Yang, mm— Welt—” she finally uses his name as she fucks herself down on him.
He can tell she’s close by the desperate way she bucks herself, as if she’s trying to grind her neglected clit against him with every bounce. He dips his hands between themselves and presses his thumb into the taut bundle of nerves, rolling the pad of his digit down in circles as she whines from the contact. “Ah—” her voice pitches in her throat and she practically drools over the pressure bundling in her navel. Her head falls on his shoulder and she clutches onto his sweat slick skin, his hands turn from her waist to cup the underside of her thighs if only to assist in her faltering pace by raising her up and down on his lap. He wrenches his eyes shut and lets himself be consumed by her suffocating warmth, and she does the same to him.
When she cums around his cock, it's with a wavering cry that dies in her throat as he takes her head out of the crook of his neck, and silences her with a kiss. He swallows her moans and makes her do the same for him in turn as he struggles to remember how to breathe, his hips fucking up into her trembling body as he chases his end with abandon. He feels her whine into his mouth as he fills her, his waist pulsing as he pumps her full. He can feel his cum leaking down their joining, her well-loved cunt filled until she could take no more. His arms tighten around her for a brief moment before going slack, his body falling back into his chair with a huff and an exhale. She pulls away from their kiss to rest her head against his, their sweat-pebbled brows pushed against the other.
All he can hear now is the sound of their heavy breathing. He struggles to catch up.
His eyes flutter open as he feels her shift atop of himself, she sits back and presses her hips down again and he hisses as she lets gravity sink him balls-deep inside of her all over again. “One more?” she asks him as she peppers feather-light kisses across the tacky skin of his face. “Just one more time, I promise.” she pleads.
He shakes his head in disbelief, “You’re insatiable,” he laughs beneath his ragged breath, “I’m much too old to be going all night like this.”