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I don’t think I’ve spent many happier mornings at work. I slump unseen behind the ‘privacy screen’ at my workstation and although my computer screen flickers before me, all my eyes can see is his pulsing, trapped cock standing exposed in the morning light. Sliding down in my seat, I replay my morning’s adventure, the weight of his cock on my tongue, the touch of his pubic hair against my skin, the saltiness of his precum dancing around my saliva soaked mouth.

Somehow my hand slips between my legs. I’m sure I didn’t mean it to and I try my best to resist. I cross my ankles and squeeze my knees together but my short skirt rides up exposing my lace stocking tops and creamy thighs. With gentle caresses my beautifully manicured fingertips seduce them apart as they stroke up my sensitised skin until, at last, they find the blood swollen puffiness of my labia. They are so beautifully presented today, my triple headed razor and vanilla moisturiser leaving them soft, smooth and scented. No wonder my fingers desire them so, no wonder they want to touch, to stroke and caress every square millimetre of the engorged and sensitised flesh that quivers beneath them.

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