A Juicy Fresh Peach

You walk into your office and Julie sets her bag on the desk. She turns to face you, looking seductive suddenly.

"What's in the bag?" You ask.

"Nothing important."

"So... what's for breakfast?"

She sits herself back on the desk, "I hope you like it. It's fresh and I picked it just for you." She pulls the waist of her pants and the side snaps pop open in a rapid machine-gun burst. She is wearing nothing beneath. Her pussy is smooth with a well manicured patch of bright red hair. "Some people don't like fuzzy peaches, but I'm hoping you do."

You can't control yourself, given this kind of invitation. You fall to your knees and begin to kiss Julie's milky white thighs. She moans and leans back exposing her lean flat stomach. Your kisses work their way up her legs and over to her well groomed mound.

You gently kiss the top of her lips and she shakes slightly with anticipation. In that moment you slide your tongue inside. you work your tongue from the base to the top of her inner lips, devoting lots of attention to her pulsing clitoris. At this point she is moaning loudly and grabbing her own breasts in ecstatic pleasure. Her voice becomes more strained as she moans in a higher and higher pitch before she begins to scream. Her body convulses as it reaches orgasm. You continue to devote yourself to her slit until she pushes you away, unable to take any more.

Panting, she asks, "Can I get a little breakfast to?"