Imagine being in a meeting at work, trying to focus on the matters at hand but all you can think about are his hands. You’re watching the way he sits and you’re paying close attention to the bulge in his pants. Rather than considering charts and graphs, you’re considering how many ways you can put your pussy on his mustache. It’s probably soft. It covers his lips like a white, feathered filled duvet.
After imagining him suck your heart thru your vaginal cavity, you switch positions. Still unaware of what ever it is you’re supposed to be listening to, you can see yourself riding is cock. He’s such an old fuck but old, you know like the best bottle of whiskey. The thought of it makes you chuckle but no one seems to notice. You squeeze your thighs tight and pull your pelvic floor towards your cervix.
You’re gonna climax. Right here. Right in this meeting. All over the cock poking through his pressed khaki pants.