Elevator Fantasy.

The elevator door opened and there she was, wearing that fit white blouse, long slacks and high-heeled stilletos. Her hair was in a tight bun and her nerdy glasses rimmed her doe eyes. She went inside and stopped just in front of me. Her back against my throbbing chest. I could smell the perfume craning on her neck. I swear, I could lean forward and plant kisses on her neck. I wish I could cup her breast and feel her nips, hardening poking against the thin white sheet of her clothing. I could feel my cock stirring madly against my pants. It poked against her humongous butt... 12F and the elevator door opened, she got out of sight so quickly without having a slightest clue what's going on my mind.

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