Blackmailing the Boss
When she stands, her thumbs latch onto each string holding the lace over her pussy, and she pulls them down, stepping out of the lace, now wearing only the damn nude-colored, shiny heels.
With a crook of her finger she encourages me to stand. Once I do, she reaches for my belt. Unbuckling it, she lowers my zipper and pulls back my boxers as I stand still. My erection springs free. A few more shimmies and spins and she moves farther away, dancing toward her dresser. It's when she opens the drawer and pulls out a silver packet that I know I'm lost to Kimbra Jones.
When she turns back, the condom packet is between her teeth as Kimbra sashays my direction. I bite my cheek as she falls to her kne
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