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The Suite

Justine wore her knee length black Calvin Klein skirt with sheer black stockings, a silk black top buttoned just below her C cup breasts and a matching diamond necklace tennis bracelet set. Her calves and hips sat just right thanks to a fresh pair of Christian Loubiton heels that were too sexy for the workplace. Any other day Justine would be her business casual self. Dressed appropriately and ready to work her ass off. But today wasn't just any day. It was the day she would most definitely be fucking Michael Thompson. The new VP with a head full of locs,

and a pocket full of dick Justine couldn't wait to get her lips around.
It had been three days. And Justine was so hot she contemplated shoving ice cubes down her panties. She was stuck in a daze thinking about Micheal. The things he would do to her once they finally got their hands on each other. She imagined being pinned on a bed in a room filled with candles and roses while Michael drilled her with no intention of losing his grip on her ass and waist. She would listen to him whisper in her ear. Toying with her because he can feel her on the verge of climax. She thought about him diving into her on the counter in the break room. Her skirt pulled up to her hips revealing her sweet spots she wanted him to taste so badly. His tongue in her throat while he stroked and played with her until she screamed.

Justine got the text at 2:00.
"Meet me"
It was lunch time and everyone would be in the cafeteria until 2:30. Justine wondered if it'd be enough time for them to be dressed and back at the office like nothing happened. She walked down the hall and took the elevator to the third floor where the break room was. After the second floor she could hear her heart pounding. When the doors opened on the third she nearly fainted. She walked slowly to the kitchen like she did the first day they met. She had always brought her own lunch and was surprised to see someone eat alone like she enjoyed herself. Michael knew Justine would be there. He had already planned out how he would encounter Justine and wet her body with his lips where he pleased until she milked and creamed his tongue with her sweet spot. Michael knew Justine wanted him. He saw the way she would look at him when he brought her coffee or asked for favors she could easily do herself. He had always had control over his lust for women in the workplace. But when Justine "accidentally" brushed her breasts against him as she passed him in the break room, he snapped. Before he realized it Michael had Justine pressed her against the fridge grabbing her throat with one hand rubbing her clit with the other. Justine knew exactly how to respond slowly throwing her hips stroking him with a tight grip that made him moan against her lips. He stuck his fingers deeper inside Justine making her jerk and throw her head back while her eyes rolled. Michael softly sucked on Justine's neck and breasts sliding his fingers out of her and putting them into her mouth sticking his manhood inside of her. While she shook dripping her sweet juices on the sink, Michael tightened his grip and began pounding Justine. Justine's moans could barely be heard through the sound of her being penetrated deep fast and hard by Michael's athletic physique. She felt her spot get hotter with ever stroke. Michael throbbed inside Justine as she clenched around his hard pipe. He was coming, she was coming and he was determined to get Justine to come hard on him. He pulled Justine closer. Justine arched her back hissing and grinding against him begging him not to stop. Michael felt her nails grip the back of his neck. Justine moaned against his lips pulling him closer. Throwing her hips harder and harder until she let out a moan that made Michael spill his seeds deep inside of her.