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I want to f*** my boss. I work at a boba shop and my boss is looking extra attractive lately. She’s married and has three kids. She’s mid thirties early forties, I’m late twenties. She doesn’t wear a wedding ring and it seems at times her and her husband have rough patches. But who doesn’t.
She wears low cut shirts sometimes that hang loose off here body. I’m six foot and she’s just under five foot which makes it easy to look down at here breasts. They’re medium size, not too loose, just form enough and soft looking enough to make my imagination run wild. She wears a lot of loose shirts come to think of it. Sometimes when she reaches for something, I can see through her shirt sleeves and see her bra. I try not to get caught. I’ve almost gotten caught a few times.
I don’t know how to make a move though. She thinks I’m sweet and innocent. Which to a degree she’s right. But I would absolutely love for her plump, soft lips to wrap around my c*** and s*** slow and long. I would love to shove my c*** between her breasts and c** over her face.
Again, I don’t know how to make a move. But she’s starting to be more touchy with me lately which is nice. She’ll grab my arm every now and then when talking. And I try to hide my erection. She’s never noticed. Whenever she leaves work, she asks if I need anything. I’ve tried to come up with flirty answers. But it always comes out, “I think I’m good for now. Thank you, though!”
I want to f*** my boss. And I want her to make me c**.
