His wide eyes say it all, but his mouth has no problem communicating: “What?? Indian XXX He pulls away suddenly, walking behind his desk. Perfect would need to see a damn shrink? Shitttt.. Anyway, I smooth down my light grey pinstripe pencil skirt and forest green button down shirt. In a hair brained effort to cool off, I unbutton the first few buttons on my shirt, allowing some of the breeze to play with my cleavage. He smiles, “You can call me Xavier, Ms. I blush, and begin to rebutton my shirt. Entering the office, I see a blonde with short hair and huge breasts, and she’s obviously quite proud of them judging from the low-cut blue shirt she’s wearing. I begin to pant and moan, arching my back in pleasure. “OH GOD YES! Regina, you’ll find that I’m not as bad as you may think.” His hands caress my shoulders through the fabric of my shirt, and I begin to melt under his touch. He sucks each nipple, realizing the competition that’s risen between us: he refuses to cum before I’ve reached exhaustion. He stops me, “Oh, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. “I think if you just relax, Ms. Yeah, about that crazy part again.. um.. He then puts my legs over his shoulders, licking and nipping my inner thighs as he
