The dial-in. You are in business mode. I look at your devilishly and suddenly before you can say “uncle”, disappear underneath the table. What happens next will make you rethink the way you take your conference calls.
My head burrows into your lap. My tongue snuggles between your legs. I hear you talking but it sounds like Charlie Brown’s teacher. I’m quiet as a mouse as I work you over from below. When its your turn to be a listener on the call, you take your time to drink some champagne and generously share some with me through a v. wet and deep kiss. I respond by taking the champagne glass and after a generous sip, plunging forward into your naked and erect lap. Your moans tell me all I need to know…
Its time for your participation on the call, so I wickedly take the chocolate and wrap it around you knowing you can’t do a single thing. My mouth, the velvety dark and smooth candy melt so finely onto you. There is no escaping…This is a carnal tug-of-war we are in.
To the victor cums the spoils…
I love D.C.
your kinky courtesan xx