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Sent to a friend[2891] fucking at metlife bldg
About a year ago I came into the city to meet up with a friend of mine from college. We had hooked up in the past, but nothing too crazy. Just plain old dorm room shenanigans. So we go out for dinner, drinks, etc. and the urge starts to kick in for both of us. She knew I was coming in and wore a blouse that certainly could not contain her and by the time dinner was over she had me right where she wanted and knew it - we'd stand at the bar waiting for drinks and she would just reach back and slide her hand down my waist line while I grabbed her hips from behind and puller her into my ever growing bulge. I'd pull her skirt up over my lap and she'd grind her ass back.Once we're both good and ready to start fucking right there on the bar, she whispers in my ear to follow her, and she leads me back to Grand Central Terminal and the Met Life Building where she works. We wait for the security guard to be distracted and slip into the elevator to start our way up to her floor.
We find our way into the office and into a conference room and lock the door and the clothes start dropping. She pushes me into her bosses chair and drops to her knees, immediately taking me down to the base of my cock with those soft lips of hers, slowly pulling back off and running her tongue back down. She spends the next 5 minutes taking my cock to the back of her throat, choking almost the whole time, until she makes me pop. She doesn't hesitate or spill a drop.
I gather my composure, stand her up, and lay her out on the table. I slip a finger past her tight lips and start getting her ready for the inevitable. I slide down and start running circles around her wet pussy with my tongue until she is just pulling my face closer and closer to her. Once I can see she can't wait any longer I pick her up, bring her over to the conference room window and turn her around as she plants to hands up against the window and spreads herself ready for me.
So there I am, fucking her against the windows of the Met Life building as we look over Lexington Ave (I believe it was). We flip it back to the table again and I bend her over, grab her arms at the wrist and start making her scream again. We spend probably two hours up there by the time we were done and missed both of our trains home... and needed a cigarette.
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