Black Queen co worker lust

Every morning the swish of her nylon thighs, erects me. There’s probably an indention underneath my desk from the 365 times she’s made me stand tall. Her figure is full, curves perfectly sculpted. Sheer black is her everyday choice. I fantasize about her wearing the same pair everyday, and bringing them to me in a sealed bag on Friday. A gift of her scent to please myself to. However in the time I’ve spent lusting, I have never spoken a word in her direction.

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