26-06-2021, 05:45 PM
copied some random text from net.
Leila hesitantly reaches out to touch the canvas, the swirling paint thick and textured beneath the soft pads of her fingertips. She senses him behind her, the heat emanating from his body, as he slowly places his hand on top of hers, lightly guiding her.
“Feel here,” his voice vibrates low in her ear, “the impasto, the thick ripples of paint. This artist is a master of capturing the tone and sensuality of flesh. It seems so real.” He presses closer to her, she can feel his belt buckle through the thin fabric of her skirt. Leila stills, his warm breath on her neck, she feels desire building low and tantalizing.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathes.
“Not as beautiful as you,” he whispers, as his warm lips brush the delicate skin behind her ear. Her knees weaken and he wraps his arms firmly around her pulling her close. She tilts her head to the side, exposing her soft neck to his wanting mouth. “You have the most beautiful skin,” he murmurs as he slides her blouse down her shoulders. “I have to say, I enjoyed your wardrobe malfunction this morning.”
She laughs, turning to face him. “Well that’s not very professional, you are my boss after all,” she smirks, adding a pert “Sir”.
His dark eyes devour her, “You can call me that anytime, just don’t tell me to stop.” His mouth finds hers and his kiss is all consuming, his tongue caressing hers, hungrily taking her. She responds in kind, her body melting into him. Breaking their kiss, he rests his forehead on hers, panting, “I’m never like this. You’re making me lose all control.”
Leila hesitantly reaches out to touch the canvas, the swirling paint thick and textured beneath the soft pads of her fingertips. She senses him behind her, the heat emanating from his body, as he slowly places his hand on top of hers, lightly guiding her.
“Feel here,” his voice vibrates low in her ear, “the impasto, the thick ripples of paint. This artist is a master of capturing the tone and sensuality of flesh. It seems so real.” He presses closer to her, she can feel his belt buckle through the thin fabric of her skirt. Leila stills, his warm breath on her neck, she feels desire building low and tantalizing.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathes.
“Not as beautiful as you,” he whispers, as his warm lips brush the delicate skin behind her ear. Her knees weaken and he wraps his arms firmly around her pulling her close. She tilts her head to the side, exposing her soft neck to his wanting mouth. “You have the most beautiful skin,” he murmurs as he slides her blouse down her shoulders. “I have to say, I enjoyed your wardrobe malfunction this morning.”
She laughs, turning to face him. “Well that’s not very professional, you are my boss after all,” she smirks, adding a pert “Sir”.
His dark eyes devour her, “You can call me that anytime, just don’t tell me to stop.” His mouth finds hers and his kiss is all consuming, his tongue caressing hers, hungrily taking her. She responds in kind, her body melting into him. Breaking their kiss, he rests his forehead on hers, panting, “I’m never like this. You’re making me lose all control.”
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