Sneaking Off With Your Work Husband at The Office Halloween Party

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Hey you! You look like you're having fun. Hey, no, I didn't mean anything by that, I'm just making small talk.

God, I don't know why you're so snippy with me at the moment. No, I'm sure that I don't. Hey, hey, let's, come on, let's not do that.

Yeah, I just feel like we haven't spoken that much lately. I don't know what you mean. Okay, um, anyway, your costume looks fucking amazing by the way.

Like, really good. You're easily the best dressed person in the room. Me? Guess.

Yeah, you got it. Look at you. Exactly right.

God, I've missed you, you know? I mean, we've been in the same office since. Oh, okay, bye.

Hey, hey, come back here. No, no, come on. Hey, what's up? No, I just want to know why you're upset at me.

Well, I mean, if you're worried about making a scene, um, we can go to the boss's office. We can go to the boss's office. He's.

.. Yeah, he's away. Till next week, I think.

Yes, I, yeah, of course. I promise not to stare at your ass on the way over there. God, yeah, it was getting a bit noisy out there, wasn't it? So, what's up? Look, if you're not gonna talk about it, I will.

Yeah, we had that night in the hotel, and ever since we got back, you're just really distant with me. Like, keeping me at arm's length. We're not talking like we used to.

And I just, I don't know what's up. Like, if you didn't want it to lead to anything, that's fine, and I, like, completely respect your wishes on that. But do we have to stop being friends? What? Is that really what you think? So, you, in your mind, for me, that was just, like, a fling, and and no strings attached.

No, it's just, like, how are you not? Fuck. You don't think I want more? Well, of course I fucking do.

I don't just want more, I fucking need more. I don't want it to be just one night in a hotel, and then we drift apart. And I was fucking heartbroken when I thought that was all it was to you.

You don't believe me? You know what? Yeah, woods are cheap.

Come here. Hmm. God, that's all I've thought about doing for fucking weeks.

Hang on, get up on the desk. I don't fucking care, we can tidy up after. Hmm.

I'll let him fucking talk. I'll lock the door. Hmm.

Thank fuck for boss doesn't like glass walls. God, I fucking need to kiss you again. Hmm.

Fuck. You just look so fucking beautiful. Yeah, the costume helps, but it's just you all the time.

Hmm. You were hoping it would get my attention. You don't need to try that hard, but I'm glad you did.

You know the best thing about low-cut tops like this? Easy access. Hmm.

It's pretty loud in there, but you've got to try and keep the noise down, okay? And think of it like a fun game. Hmm.

You like when I do that with my tongue. Well, you have very sensitive nipples, don't you? Don't want this other tip being left out.

Hmm. Fuck. You're doing such a good job keeping the noise down.

Let's see if we can change that. I'm just gonna pinch ever so slightly. Maybe a little more than slightly.

Hmm. Keep it down. We're gonna get caught.

Do you really want everyone listening at the door when I fill you up? I mean, that would be kind of fun. Beg me to make you squeal.

That's right. Beg me to pinch. Do it.

Against your better judgment, beg. It needs to be more convincing than that. Keep the fucking noise down as you wish.

You can put a hand over your mouth if that makes it easier. Oh, you poor thing. I tell you what, I could get fucking used to those noises.

Why don't I just reach down here and pull your underwear down? And I can give you a reward. Hold on a second.

Did you really come to the office Halloween party in this skimpy little thing? And not wear anything underneath? Naughty fucking girl.

I'm just gonna get down here and and get your legs over my shoulders. Here we go. Oh god, this desk is just the perfect height for this.

Do you reckon anybody's been here before? I think so. Oh, fuck.

No, I need to taste you. I need to fucking taste you right now. But I need to hear you beg.

I need to know you really fucking want to. Yeah, can you do that for me? Okay, say please.

Oh, good fucking girl. Oh, fuck that tastes fucking incredible. Hmm.

Keep the fucking noise down. Hmm, bad girl. What's that? Oh, you want me inside you.

Keep begging, you might get exactly what you're asking for. Hmm, okay. You stay right where you are.

I'm gonna pick your legs up. Yeah, I'm gonna fold you over. Like the submissive, breedable little pretzel that you are.

That sound good to you? Thought so. God, you look fucking irresistible.

On your back with your legs up. Skirt hiked up, tits out. Fuck, I need to have you.

There we go, there we go, there we go. I'm just gonna put my hand over your mouth for a second. Let's see, I make too many noises.

Oh, fuck. Feels like fucking home. Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes.

Oh, fucking take it. Oh, fuck, you're fucking perfect. Take it for fucking, oh god.

That's all I can fucking do to hold myself together. You, however, I want you to fall apart. I'm gonna play with that fucking clit, oh fuck you.

Play with your fucking clit. I want you to come around my cock. Oh, fuck.

How many of our nosy fucking coworkers do you reckon are listening to this right now? Listening to you getting fucking riled. Fuck.

Let's try not to put on too much of a fucking show for them. We need plausible deniability, I guess. Oh, fuck.

Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes. You take it so fucking perfectly. That's all I've been able to fucking think about.

For fucking weeks. How will you take my fucking cock? Perfect fucking slot.

I don't just want you anymore, I fucking need you. I fucking need this cunt. I fucking need that pretty fucking face.

I fucking need your tits. I fucking need your ass. And I need fucking everything.

I need you, just you, just you. I like this. Fucking taking me.

Good fucking girl. Good fucking girl. Good fucking girl.

I hate fucking playing with that clap. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck yes, take it. Fuck yes, keep taking my fucking cock.