With that, he removed my top from the back, then stood right in front of me, pushing my chair out.

My breasts stood, hard and erect, begging for something, anything at all to ease it and make it better. My thighs clenched with anticipation, and I was already fucking wet.

"Your breasts are so beautiful, fuck"

He stared at them like he wanted to cut them off, cook them, then feed them to me. It was scary but so fucking hot. I needed, and fucking wanted him as soon as possible.

As embarrassing as it was, I wasn't embarrassed at all. The fear that someone might come and see us...