Fleshy Stories

Watching him lock the door, Laura was already unbuttoning her dress, knowing that would be the first thing the boss would demand. Among the many items of waste in this storage space, there were convenient broken chairs, scratched tables, a split armchair which so often became the centre of these lunchtime activities. He turned as she allowed her dress to fall to the floor. His eyes were on her high pert bare breasts as he...