Seat cushion

It felt weird, getting a foot shoved into my mouth. Her stockings tasted of sweat and grim, a mixture of staleness and new. I only say new because I had the taste of floral soap, as if she sweated off the fragrance from when it was applied this morning during her bath. She started to slide her toes around in my mouth, wrestling with my tongue. She suddenly her foot out of my mouth, letting me breath in fresh air. She pushed herself away from the desk, fresh cool air rushing underneath. "Get over here and put your head on my char, face sticking up." Not wanting to upset her, I did what I was told. I watch her as she stepped over my body and pulled the chair back towards the desk while sitting back down. I watched as her ass came rushing down, her skirt riding up her thighs to reveal her pussy lips nestled between her thick thighs. My nose felt like it wanted to break as her weight settled on my face, she giving her hips a slight wiggle as my face was pressed deeper into her ass. Thankfully I could breath, my mouth under her lips but not covering it. But that soon changed as she leaned forward, rolling her pussy over my mouth. Her lips parted and her juices started to run onto my lips. Faintly, I heard her speak, "You better eat up, it's the only fluids you'll be getting today if you don't do a good job."