Fun at work M43 and W39 pt 2

You ready for this, little slut?” he growled, his voice dripping with lust and dominance.

Chrissy’s heart raced as panic and excitement mingled within her. She had agreed to explore their desires, but now that they were about to cross this line, doubts crept back into her mind.

“I. I don’t know,” she stammered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Ryan chuckled darkly, his grip tightening around Chrissy’s throat. “What’s wrong? Afraid you won’t be able to handle me?”

Her eyes widened with defiance mixed with desire as she met his piercing gaze head-on. “No,” she gasped out, pushing against his chest. “It’s just. I don’t want to get caught.”

Ryan’s eyes narrowed with a mix of annoyance and amusement as he heard Chrissy’s response. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Oh, I thought you wanted this? You talked about breaking boundaries and being vulnerable.” His voice was laced with skepticism.

Chrissy bit her lip, feeling a rush of frustration and desire course through her. She couldn’t deny the way her body responded to Ryan’s dominance, but something about their situation seemed off now. The reality of being caught in the air compressor room hit her like a slap in the face.

“I don’t know,” she stammered again, her voice shaky now. “Maybe I’m not really ready for this.”

Ryan let out an exasperated sigh before pulling her by the neck over to an old broken chair in the corner.

A wicked grin spread across his face as he placed her in the chair.

Ryan’s fingers grazed against his waistband, slowly undoing his zipper. He glanced down at Chrissy, a wicked grin playing on his lips. “Well, sweetheart, why don’t you pull it out for me?” he teased, his voice dripping with anticipation.

Chrissy hesitated for a split second, her eyes flickering with a mix of desire and reluctance. But the hunger in Ryan’s eyes was undeniable, and she found herself leaning forward once more. Her hand trembling slightly, she fished out his already rock-hard cock.

As the heat of his cock surged against her skin, Chrissy’s lips parted slightly in awe. She watched as he stood there, exposed and vulnerable before her—a man ready for her every desire to be fulfilled.

With a slowness that oozed sensuality, Chrissy began to stroke him with delicate strokes of her tongue—an intoxicating dance that made him gasp in pleasure. Her mouth clasped around him firmly, engulfing his stiff cock.

Chrissy continued to suck and stroke Ryan’s cock with a renewed sense of determination, her mouth stretching around his thick head. The sensation of his large size filling her mouth while she felt herself getting wet sent a surge of pleasure through her body. She revealed in the way his head would pop out of her lips, demanding attention and pushing against the back of her throat.

But even as she indulged in these pleasurable sensations, doubts crept back into Chrissy’s mind like unwelcome guests at a party. She paused for a moment, hesitating as she questioned if she had just heard someone outside of the door? Could she truly risk the uncertainties that came along with it?

Ryan grabbed onto Chrissy’s hair once more, his grip tightening as he held her. A wicked grin spread across his face as he watched her struggle internally. Ryan just smiled as he shoved her down on his waiting cock.

As Ryan’s hips thrust forward, Chrissy could feel his cock starting to pulsate and knew that he was getting close. She tried to hold back a moan as she braced herself for his release.

But before Ryan could finish, he abruptly pulled her off his cock and let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m not done with you yet, Babe,” he said sharply, his voice filled with excitement.

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