John was looking longingly at her chest. Sex … It was so weird how they just hung there…but they were sensitive and he didn’t like her playing with them too much. Bianca had joined his office a year previously. “Thank you so much John, really, you’re too kind, and I appreciate the raise more than you know. Oh my god. Both had a lot of thinking to do. He ran the other hand down a thigh “your fucking legs are…ohhh” he grunted harshly. . . …then his hands reached down to her hands, which were stroking rapidly, crazily. . …he grabbed them “Your hands, you fucking bitch, oh you fucking hot slutty bitch are. …ARRRGHHH UHHHH”
He grabbed her hand as it was wrapped around his cock and he pointed it at her, pushing her over back onto the couch, and moving with her. “Can I jack you off without looking at it…like…from behind or something? Walking into the office, she wore a black suit jacket with light pinstripes, and a matching skirt that stopped right above the knees. You have no idea how kind this is of you.”
“This is a little impersonal, actually, let’s sit on the couch instead.” John got up and walked to a leather couch that was in the corner, Bianca following.
