A working lunch

Feeling his bulge against my shoulder as I typed. His hand around his cock as he wanked it, looking down my vest at my breasts nestling in my bra. Those balls hitting me, the noise unmistakable next to my ear as he stroked. My hand scratched my breast, compressing it. He moaned with approval. Arms pushing my breasts together, as I worked, vest gaping for his pleasure. A hand on my shoulder,

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