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I play games with the hot guys I work with, especially the married ones.

Two Mondays ago, while sitting at my desk, I couldn’t help but think about this stud I met while Salsa Dancing that weekend. Things were hot on the dance floor, so we ended up stepping outside for fresh air. Immediately, he shoved me against the brick wall, and forced his wet tongue into my mouth. It was passionate, and I gasped between our tongue swapping.

While my mind wanders, I idly start rubbing my thighs together under my desk. And when the squishing starts, Dave in the cubicle next to me, pushes out from his desk to gawk at me. (He’s one of the married ones) I give him a wink and run my tongue across my lips. His jaw dropped, and had it not been for the rest of his head, I think it might have hit the floor. It made me giggle. He knew exactly what was going on between my legs, and it made me wetter knowing he would get nothing from me. Well, not nothing, but no more than what I actually gave him.

I put one foot up on my desk, leaned back with my legs wide, and rubbed my ‘kitten’ (as Dave now calls it) bare handed. I threw my head back as I came, spun my chair to face him, and squirted my cum the whole 2 feet between us. He grimaced when it hit his shoe, cumming right in his pants! And then I came again.

Lucky him. Lucky for me, I didn’t have to walk around with a stain on my pants the rest of the day