"Why wait for lunch?"

"But why wait for lunch?" she asks as her hand rubs hard on your crotch.

"Because someone could walk through that door any minute now?" you reply, putting your hand on her luscious breast, squeezing it firmly.

"Yes. All the more exciting." You knew she would say that. She sits on your desk, shoving some papers aside. She lifts up her skirt and, between her delicious thighs, you see that she is not wearing any panties, her bald pussy displayed just for you. She has shaved since yesterday. You thought you were hard, but somehow you get harder.

This little minx is going to get you in trouble, but your little brain is thinking for you now. You unsnap your jeans and open the zipper; your boxers are severely tented. You slip your stiffness through the front of the boxers and step toward Becky's offered body. You run the tip up and down her slit, and she closes her eyes and moans. A shudder and a gasp quake her body when you hit her clit, then you poke it in her and lean forward to envelop her torso in your arms, slipping her shirt over her scrumtious boobs. Your lips meet in a wild, passionate kiss right when you thrust hard into her weeping cunt. She instantly breaks the kiss to groan her pleasure to the otherwise empty room.

While she extolls your virtues wordlessly, you kiss down her cheek, neck and chest, circling her tit with your lips and tongue. Your pace is slow, but your thrusts are hard, rocking her body in your grasp. When you finally suck her nipple into your hungry mouth and play with the tip with your tongue, Becky jerks and stops her moaning outburst in mid-groan. You can feel her pussy muscles working overtime on your engorged cock, and you double your rhythm, just as hard. You slam into her a dozen more times before your will breaks and your manhood erupts like Mount Vesuvius, spewing hot, white spunk deep into her spasming body. Your mouth yanks forcefully off her nipple, pulling in hard away from Becky's tit, and you bellow your passion over her thrashing head.