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A few days later, Ashley slipped me a small pink envelope with a note inside it. She was so cute the way she thought she was being sneaky. She'd always comes in and make sure we're all alone first of all, then lock my front door. After returning to my office, she'd slowly walk around to where I'm sitting and pull the chair out, facing me towards her as she straddled me, kneeling across my lap. We spend a few minutes making out, and usually end up with her uniform shirt open and her bra undone. I just adore her 36 C's and take every opportunity to caress them, suck on those ever-hard nipples, and generally play with her until she's wet between the thighs and panting with lust in her eyes.

She'd become quite attached to a certain position and often assumed it when she was warmed up and wanting to be fucked. She likes to drop her pants and wait for me to pull her thong aside, or have me lower them for her, bend over my desk and have me screw her from behind. Sometimes she'll pull one leg up onto the desktop to spread herself as wide as possible, and then beg for me to slide my thick cock almost all the way out, before pausing for a second and then shoving it back inside. She loves it this way and it's basically become our ‘default' position.

I was enjoying the afterglow of just such a Noon-er with her, when I noticed the small pink envelope stuck under my desk calendar. The words were short and to the point. Now, if it had specifically described what she wanted done, it would've been easier than this, not nearly a challenge at all. What she had written was that she wanted to ‘be ...

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