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Lesbian Office Romp Page 3

In a matter of a few seconds that seemed like sexually charged hours, I had her flat on her back on the desk, her hands groping her tremendous tits, polishing her jutting nipples, while I sucked on her slender toes. I sucked both of her big toes into my mouth at once, and my head bobbed up and down on her toes like I was sucking a rock-hard cock. I licked the soles of her feet, my tongue tracing trails of fire on the bottom of her delicately arched feet.
“Yes,” she moaned, like I knew she’d moan, her body jumping each and every time that I licked her feet — and I licked hard and often.
I bathed her beautiful, bronze feet with my tongue, sucked on her toes again, kissed and nipped at her ankles and squeezed her fleshy calves in my hands. Then I placed her sparkling feet between my legs, squeezing them with my knees, and quickly pulled off my stylish cashmere sweater and lacy, black bra. I lifted her legs back up and pressed her naked feet against my full, dewy, bare breasts.
“That feels so good,” I murmured, rubbing her feet against my chest.
“Let me do it,” she said.
I let go of her and watched and felt her use her feet to massage my breasts. The sensual delight of her saliva-slick feet on my big, white tits and pink, engorged nipples made me weak in the knees and the head. She rubbed my juicy globes with her feet, played with my rigid nipples with her toes, then took one over-sized tit between her feet and squeezed and fondled and caressed it.

I closed my eyes, tossed back my head and groaned, my long, blonde hair cascading down my naked back. The air in the office turned hot, my voluptuous body hotter. I felt loose and limp and my head spun dizzily as my senses were rocketed unchecked along an erotic roller coaster by that Latina vixen massaging my tits with her talented feet. I quickly found myself teetering on the brink of a catastrophic orgasm.
I grabbed onto her loving feet before I exploded in premature ecstasy, opened my eyes, and said, “I want your toes in my cunt.” She smiled up at me, then pulled her tit-buffers out of my hands, stood up and brushed the unimportant business paraphernalia off of her desk. Her butt cheeks quivered with the effort, and I reached out and grabbed her big behind. She straightened up with a sigh, leaned back into me and I wrapped my arms around her massive chest and held her close.
She turned her head, parted her lips and I pressed my wet mouth against hers. We kissed ferociously, longingly, our tongues fighting a frenzied battle in which there were no losers, only winners. I gripped her huge, tan tits and squeezed them, felt the incredible heated heaviness of them, pulled and primped her nipples, all the while mashing my mouth against hers, tasting deeply of her.
Finally, we broke apart. She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them, and I clawed off my skirt and my panties and joined her on top of the desk. Her pussy was slick with dampness, gloriously naked except for a triangle of soft, brown fur at the very top of it.
“I want you to toe-fuck me,” I hissed, as I sat back on the gleaming surface of the oak desk, facing her.
I stuck out my left leg until my foot was only inches away from her beautiful face. She let me dangle there for a while, like the toe-teasing scamp that she was, staring hungrily at my foot, her thick, pink tongue flicking out and brushing lightly against my toes. My leg began to quiver with the effort of holding it up and out, and the raw sexual anticipation of what her mouth would do to me, until, finally, she gently took hold of my foot and steered the outstretched toes into her mouth.
“Yes!” I cried out, oblivious to the strictly business setting in which we were pleasuring each other, and the staff working just outside the thin confines of her office-playground.
She fed on my toes, sucking them, licking them, biting them. I closed my eyes and let the scalding waves of sensuality wash up from my leg and engulf my pussy. I shuddered as her mouth attacked my foot and her tongue slapped against my toes. She licked and kissed the bottom of my ivory foot, the top, my ankle, my calf. She was obviously an experienced foot-worshipper herself, as evidenced by her practiced, patient technique. I stroked my pussy, rubbed my swollen clit and shoved a couple of fingers inside my sopping wetness.

“No!” she exclaimed. “Not like that!” Her green eyes were blazing with lust.
I took my fingers out of my red-hot pussy, let her watch me lick the juices off. Then I pulled my foot away from her and spread my legs, extending her an open invitation to foot-fuck me.
“That’s more like it,” she said, smiling wickedly.
She held out her left leg, and I caught it and sucked on her toes until they were good and wet. Then I steered her delicate foot down to my burning, blonde pussy and brushed it against my glistening lips. I was jolted with pleasure. She pushed her foot forward and her big toe pressed against my aching clit, and I screamed with unbridled joy. My body rippled as if with electric shock, and I knew that I would not last long with her toes in my pussy. “I’m going to fuck you,” she said, and thrust her big toe inside of my pussy. She pushed farther inside of me, and I grabbed onto her tapered ankle and helped her plunge in and out of my volcanic pussy with her toe.
As she and I toe-fucked my pussy, she began rubbing her own steaming pussy with her hand. She shoved two fingers inside and frigged herself fiercely, all the time foot-fucking me with abandon. We stared fiercely at each other’s our sweat-dappled, heaving bodies, our eyes glazed over with suffocating passion and towering desire. The sight and smell and feel of that sun-kissed Latina goddess was rapidly becoming too much for my pussy to bear. I desperately hammered her foot into my flaming love box, her toes penetrating deeper and deeper and deeper to my very sexual core. “I’m going to cum!” I screamed.
Her lips were set in a thin, red line, her teeth clenched, her face contorted with the effort of staving off her own explosive climax until the very last possible moment, as she finger-fucked herself to the searing edge of all-out orgasm.
She screamed, “I’m cumming!” and her magnificent brown melons were jolted over and over again as powerful orgasms detonated inside of her and thundered through her writhing body.

My mind and sight went fuzzy, and my whole world disintegrated down to her foot and my pussy, my pussy and her foot. My cunt erupted, and scalding waves of super-erotic bliss crashed down upon me, and my body convulsed with the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced—once, then twice, then a devastating third time. I felt like I was going to pass out as I was rocked again and again and again by earthquake orgasms that had as their epicentre Vanessa’s toes in my pussy.
Aftershocks of ecstasy tore our bodies apart as we desperately held onto each other—my hands clenching her foot, her hand squeezing my leg— until the last of the white-hot orgasms had coursed through us and dissipated. I raised her foot up out of my smouldering pussy to my mouth and licked my cum off of her wiggling toes.
“I want a taste, too,” she whispered exhaustedly, and I let her pull her limp leg away so that she could twist her foot into her mouth. She licked what I had licked and smiled a satiated smile. My left foot reached out and began to fondle her soaking-wet pussy, getting to know it a little. “Karen! You’re doing it right now, aren’t you?” Ms. Sanchez demanded to know, slamming the phone down angrily. “Doing what?” I asked innocently.

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