Mr Thompson wants to taste her

He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, his hand moving down to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "Now, I want to taste you," he said, his voice thick with desire. He helped her to stand, then positioned her on the edge of the desk, her legs spread wide.

Felicity's heart was racing as she felt his hand spreading her open. She was exposed and ****, but the thrill of it was too much to resist. She watched in the reflection of the window as Mr. Thompson leant forwards in his chair in front of her, his face level with her pussy.

Without another word, he leaned in, his tongue sliding over her sensitive folds. She gasped as he tasted her, his mouth hot and wet on her skin. He took his time, savoring every inch of her, his tongue circling her clit with a gentle, teasing touch. Felicity's hands reached for his head as she held on for dear life. She had never been with a man who enjoyed going down on her, and the feeling of his tongue on her most sensitive parts was overwhelming.

Her voice grew stronger, more confident as she whispered dirty words into the air, egging him on. "Oh, yes, sir, lick my pussy," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "You're making me so wet, so fucking wet for you."

Mr. Thompson chuckled against her skin, the vibration sending a new shock of pleasure through her. He knew just how much power he had over her, and he used it to his advantage. He licked her with long, firm strokes, his tongue delving deeper into her wetness with each pass.

Felicity felt the pressure building again, her body already responding to his skilled mouth. She had never been multi-orgasmic, but with James and now Mr. Thompson, she was discovering a new side of herself—a side that craved this kind of treatment.

Her hips began to buck as he flicked her clit, his tongue moving faster and faster. She could feel the muscles in her abdomen tightening, her pussy contracting around his mouth as she approached climax. "I'm going to come," she gasped, her voice shaking.

Mr. Thompson's eyes met hers as he looked up at her. He didn't stop, his tongue moving faster, pressing harder against her clit. Felicity's body was a live wire, and he was the one controlling the current. She threw her head back, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as she came, her legs trembling.

He didn't let up, his mouth moving down to her entrance, his tongue sliding in and out, tasting her, claiming her. She could feel his breath on her clit, his nose against her ass, his beard tickling her skin. It was so filthy, so wrong, but she loved it.

Mr. Thompson stood up abruptly, his chair rolling back with a sharp squeak. He looked down at her, his eyes dark and hungry. "Now, it's time for you to please me," he said, his voice thick with desire.

Felicity's heart raced as she watched him, her own desires spiraling out of control. She had never felt so alive, so utterly in the moment. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she reached down to his zip fly. Her trembling hands slid it down, her fingers fumbling slightly with the unfamiliar task.

Mr. Thompson's cock sprang free, thick and heavy, and she couldn't help but gasp at the sight. It was larger than James', and the mere sight of it made her feel even more submissive. She reached out, her hand tentative, and wrapped her small fingers around his shaft. He was hot and hard, his pulse beating against her palm.

Felicity began to stroke him, her movements tentative at first. She watched his face closely, his eyes locked onto hers as she touched him. She could see the hunger in them, the desire, and it fueled her own. Her strokes grew bolder, her hand moving faster as she felt him swell even further in her grip.