Page 102 of My Boss

“Kleenex,” he replies, panting.

Well, of course, after all, it would be doomsday if he soiled his pants and the upholstery of this clean car with his cum.

“You won’t need them.” I smile playfully and, looking into his eyes, take his penis in my mouth.

He squeezes his eyes and tilts his head back. He looks so sexy that I myself am about to come just from looking at him. I caress him with my tongue, satisfying him the best I can, until finally Ihear a deep, long murmur. Jan’s body tenses, his hips rise and he comes. He fills my mouth, tasting the same as when I did him in the office. Without a moment’s hesitation, I swallow the whole lot, then lick his member like the most delicious ice cream, while looking into Jan’s eyes.

The intensity of his gaze overpowers me. He follows me with his eyes, his lids half-closed, increasing my excitement.

“Not a single drop wasted. It’s clean and neat, just the way you like it.” I wipe my lips with my hand and lean back to return to my seat, and then Jan unexpectedly grabs my neck, pulls me close and presses his lips to my mouth.

His kiss is sincere and so passionate, as if he had not come at all just now. He reaches down to my pants, undoes the button and slides his hand into my panties. A shudder runs through me as his fingers touch my pussy. He rubs my clit impatiently, then slips inside. I arch my back; his lips trail down my neck. He fucks me with his fingers, and I get closer and closer to an orgasm with each of his movements.

“Oh, yes. Don’t stop.” I wriggle on the seat, pushing my hips out to feel him even deeper.

“Pull down your pants.” I hear the excitement in his voice.

“Why?”

“Pull them down.” He doesn’t stop fucking me with his fingers.

I reach for the top of my pants, lift my bum and pull them down to my knees.

“Stick your ass out.”

“How?”

Jan slips his fingers out of me, grabs me around the waist, and then, with his help, I twist and kneel on the seat with my back to him.

“Good girl. I like this view,” he says with satisfaction in his voice, then he spreads my buttocks and presses his lips to my pussy.

I hear his growl as he enters me with his tongue. I feel a shiver run all over me. I rest my forehead against the cool glass and thrust back, pushing my ass against his face. I want to feel him deeper, more intensely.

“Please tell me that you are hard again,” I pant.

“I am hard.” He sucks on my clitoris, and an electric shock goes through my body.

“So get it inside me.”

“I won’t fit. I’m too big.”

Is he stupid or what?

“But we’ve already done it from behind. I won’t crack, no worries.”

“I can’t fit in that position in the car,” he explains.

Well, yeah, right.

“So, sit down.”

“What?”

“Sit down.” I turn around and push him into the passenger seat.

There is a gleam in his eyes. He smiles, pushes his seat back and lowers his pants. I hastily pull my jeans and panties down all the way, move over to his side and straddle him.

It’s a little tight and uncomfortable, but screw it. The sight of Jan’s penis standing at attention and the prospect of having it in me right now makes up for any inconvenience.

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