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I am thinking of you as I start rubbing my cock from over my pants, seated in office. I slowly rub my cock and feel it grow harder as I imagine your hands working it magically. I wrap my hand around the shaft and rub it against my hairy thigh, fighting to not moan loudly, like I do when your thumb brushes against the head and rubs against the underside. I trap the shaft between my thumb and forefinger over my pants, and rub it against my thigh. IT sends waves of pleasure through my body.

I miss you. I long for you. For your touch.

I unzip my pants and pull my cock out under the desk. I slowly start stroking the length of it as I remember the last time you held my cock and so magically stroked it. As precum oozes out of the peehole, I rub I across the head and silently moan from the pleasure. I start fucking my fist, first imagining it is your mouth I am fucking, before impatiently starting to imagine I am thrusting in your heavenly pussy, the bountiful source of pleasure treasure you have hidden between your legs. I imagine sucking your thick nipples while you ride me expertly, drawing me close to an orgasm.

I unbutton my pants to make more room for the other hand to cradle and cajole my balls while I fuck my fist. I close my eyes as I the pleasure of imagining I am fucking you takes over. Then I stop. I let my cock stand proudly twitch with want as precum oozes out of the tiny set of lips adorning the tip. I watch the pearl of precum ooze out and dribble down the side, glistening in the late afternoon sunlight coming in through the window. I take my phone and take a couple of pictures to send to you, my favorite sexting partner.

I then switch on the video mode and slap the shaft hard a couple of times. No one, absolutely no one knows what a pain slut I am. Not the hardcore pan slut but mellow kind. You love slapping my hard cock and love how hard it gets in response to it. I slap it a few times and then when the video is done, I get back to stroking it. Your pussy envelopes my cock again and I start to thrust in you hard....but slow. My fist goes till the tip, and slams down like your pussy would as it bottoms out on my cock. I do this a few times before the pleasure of it all becomes too much.

I furiously rub fuck my fist, with just that tiny twist as I reach the head for that added pleasure. Soon, my hips lift off the seat a little as I spurt thick strands of cum, the strongest three spurts landing on top of my desk (the wood is gonna be stained again!) while the weaker spurts I capture in my hand.

I love fucking you - even in my thoughts. You are the source of my pleasure. Thank you for that.

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