All I’d been able to think about in the week since Roe finally said yes to our date was that f*****g photo. Every time I grabbed her at the office, she slapped my hands away and told me to wait until the weekend.
It was f*****g torture. She was torturing me and getting off on it. I could tell by that sexy little smirk she’d give me as I sulked away. Though one time I refused to let her get away with teasing me as I pressed her against the glass window in my office. One hand under her shirt grabbing her breast and pulling at her piercing while two fingers slipped in and out of her incredibly wet p***y.
I loved hearing her sighs of ecstasy and her cries when she spasmed in my arms as her o****m rocked through her.
I tried to be a good boy, but I could only take so much.
Finally, the week
