A wall of silky satin encases my body. It hangs like a soft wall over my breasts and is tucked into a slim pencil skirt. Sitting down it flatters my legs. A hint of lip gloss on red lips. You want me. I know you want me. I know you want to kiss me and rip my blouse open and see my t*** wobble in the cups of my lace bra as you push me down, your hand pulling up my skirt to reach my knickers. You won’t be the first man to call me a b**** behind my back. You won’t be the first man to want to give me a good seeing to. My c*** drives you mad. The smooth white flesh of my thighs leading to my c***. The fat lips and crack of my c*** showing ghostlike through my knickers. So near and so far. My juicy c*** made for c*** and you will never have it. You will never hump your way in me. You will never see my eyes widen with surprise and my lips part as I gasp. I know your lust tortures your nuts. I know I am a b**** making you sneak off to the lavatory and w*** until you blow. You think I don’t know you just wanked off to me? Of course I know because it’s written all over you. You can only dream of what I do with my c*** when I am out of the office or by myself. My c*** is my pleasure. I have my c*** whenever I want to. I touch my c*** whenever I want to. I feel a d**** inside me whenever I want to. It’s my c*** and I play with it if I want to. You can’t touch me even though my perfume drives you crazy. You can’t say anything because I will get you fired. I bet when I smile you feel like s*** inside. I know you think I’m a b**** but I’m laughing knowing this. Laughing at you.
