show her the company policy

Emboldened by my device, having a clear way out in all situations, I decided to act.
I prop her on the table, with boobs in full view, slightly leaning on each side of her. As I sustain her legs on the table, piss resettles down her crotch over her swollen labia and dripping over her ass. The scent is intoxicating, of sex and urine.

Undressing myself completely, I orally attack one of her melons. I work the other boob with my other hand, as if to vent all my tension. Her nipples were very sensitive, rock hard by the manipulation. She pleades under-breathe for more.

Rhythmically, I gouge her sex with my now erect dick. Her excretions lubricating and scenting the affair. Not wanting to delve into any kind of oral stimulation into her dirty twat, I penetrate her. She is so tight, that I need to **** my way in.

She excliams her approval, “Oh yes!! Do it”

I start fucking her. Slowly at first, until I get the rythmn. Her butt slides on the urine, each time I stick it in. Her cries continue, toughtless of where she is. I pound her in between her thighs. Her boobs following the rythmic motion of our intercourse. Eyes closed, Celine cries get louder.

As her climax approaches, she opens her eyes. Unheeding, I continue to dredge her sex canal. She seeks for deeper penetration, as her legs wrap around me tying her body to mine. It is now her arse hitting the table. I am directly infront of her sex-contorted face, as she breathes on me, lamenting lustily.

As soon as she starts climaxing she mirrors my pelvic thrusts. She yells out audibly. For over a minute, her vaginal muscles tense on my member. Whilst holding her waist line down to the table, I screw her with my final forcing thrusts. I was nearing my orgasm. I take hold of her butt cheeks, and with all my **** pull them apart. She strains from the stretch, as her butt hole sucks on the urine left on the table.

I unloaded deep inside her belly. My face covered in between her breasts. I collapse on her, sweat soaked body. We lay panting on each other, trying to recover our breathing.

As we regained our senses, we start to dress up. She has nothing to wear, because both her pants and her shirt are soaked wet. So she wears the coat naked. We clearly need to shower, our bodies smelling of sweat and urine.