But with you, my dear, I’m safe, and we’re a million miles away.
— Karen O.
* * * *
They locked eyes.
They dropped to the floor.
His weight was bearing down on the frame of her hips, his eyes meeting hers, her hands gripping his back, pulling his chest to hers. She heaved a thick, deep sigh, boasting relinquishment of all control. A fiery force rose from her pulsating pussy, instantly surrounding her with golden glowing light, and painting her cheeks with natural, luscious blush. He feels me, she thought, as the head of his cock landed gently between her legs, making contact with the thick layer of juice coating her clit.
In that moment, she felt the overwhelming vibration, a universal energy, compounded by the volatile mystery of ten million stars, the eternal pull of a billion planets, and the black holes of uncertainty, making the universe a landscape of dalmatian spots and ground black pepper.
The supernova statement she would not dare spit out filled her being with ecstatic tremors.
She was in love.
* * * *
“DING.”
The elevator. It had arrived. Just like an elevator does. Unfortunately, it stopped on the 14th floor. We were naked. My pussy was dripping hot wetness down my leg. His cock was at its peak, a massive temptation at least eight inches long. It was throbbing. I needed him to fuck me. I also realized I was probably about to lose my job, and quite possibly face charges for my insanely outlandish behavior. To say the very least, panic set in REAL FAST.
We grabbed our clothes and ran across the floor, as far from the elevator as we possibly could, before the doors inevitably opened. Strangely, I was so grateful in that moment, knowing that there were no walls, no cubicles, no furniture to encumber our escape.We had to hide from whoever was about to walk into our den of sin.