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“What’s the matter?” she asked, leaning further, thinking I saw something.
I hit the space bar to pause the video, then swiveled the chair around too quickly for her to react.
Then I was reaching out, my hands grabbing her hips, pulling her until she had no choice but to move.
A step closer.
Another.
Then up, her knees going on either side of my body as I said a silentThank youto the me of the past who bought a fucking enormous gaming chair to use at my desk. I figured at the time that I would need it because of long hours at the desk.
But it turned out it worked to have a gorgeous woman straddle me and not collapse.
My hands slid down, sinking into her ass, then dragging her closer and down on my lap.
My cock had already been at half-mast.
But at her little whimper as her pussy settled on me had me rock fucking hard in a second.
Spurred on by the way she wiggled down against my cock, I bunched up her shirt in my hands and drew it up and off of her, tossing it to the side.
She had no shyness at being bared, even leaned back slightly to let me get a better view.
And, fuck, what a view.
Perfect handfuls with her pointed nipples just begging to be brushed and rolled. So that was exactly what I did.
Little whimpers escaped her as she rubbed against me.
I leaned back, enjoying the view as her lips parted and her head fell back as she ground down harder, as she writhed harder.
Her moans grew louder and louder as she got close.
My arm shot out, slamming down on the desk to keep us from toppling over as she came, crying out loudly, and collapsing against me, her head in my neck.
She stayed there, trying to catch her breath, as I wondered where I was going to pick her up, carry her to, and fuck her into oblivion.
But then she shot up so fast that her head whacked the underside of my chin, making pain ratchet through my skull.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
“Ow ow ow,” she whimpered. “Pause this. Rewind it,” she said, reaching toward my desk.
My head whipped over, seeing a woman with lavender hair.
My arm whipped out, hitting the space bar to freeze the screen.
I must have unpaused it when I’d been trying to keep us from falling off the chair.
“Can you see the plate?” she asked, gaze pinned to the screen.
“Partial,” I said, jotting it down. “If the plates are real, it will be enough to track it down.”
“Through the DMV?” she asked.
“Yep.”
“Is that hard?”
