The Carnal Couch

Camila didn't know what was going on. Her horniness was clouding her judgement, and she did not question it much. She squirmed in her seat.

"Earth to Camila!" said John.

"Oh, what?" asked Camila. "Um, I'm sorry. I got distracted."

John looked around. "By what?" He stood up, walked to the front of his desk and sat down. He opened his legs a bit. He watched Camila's gaze fall to his crotch. "What's got you so distracted?"

"It's just...I'm...is it hot in here, or is it just you...I mean me!" Camila blushed and fanned herself with her hand.

"You are hot," said John. "Should I turn down the AC?" He hopped off the desk and walked closer to Camila.

Suddenly Camila sank to her knees. "Please, John, fuck me! Fuck me! My pussy is so hot! It itches for cock!"

"Itches? Like an STD or crabs?"

"NO! I'm just horny! So fucking horny!" Camila stood up and grabbed John's head. She **** her tongue into his mouth then slid a hand down his shoulder then arm then to his crotch. She felt his cock grow erect through his pants. She sank to her knees again and unbuckled his belt then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She pulled his pants and boxers down, and once his cock was free, she started to pump it with her before taking it in her mouth.

Camila sucked John off for a few minutes before she stood up and dropped her skirt and pulled her dark blue silk panties down. She slapped her ass. "Fuck me! I'm so wet and ready!"

"You on birth control?"

"Yes, please, just fuck me!"

John slid his cock into Camila's very wet, surprisingly tight pussy then grabbed her hips and thrust in deeply.

"Oh....my...god, yes!" cried Camila. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuuuuuuck meeeeee!"

John fucked Camila like this for about fifteen minutes before he came. She had the last of her four orgasms, and when John pulled out, she fell back to her knees and leaned against the couch and panted.