ND/Bend her over the desk (VB)

From Create Your Own Story

With your left hand steadying the motion of her hips you reach out and cup her right breast. Slipping under her bra you run your hand over the silky smooth skin. The blonde sighs softly, squirming as you run a finger around her nipple. She reaches back with one hand and unhooks her bra, pulling it off and tossing it to the floor. Without the push-up bra her breasts seem smaller. You fit one into the palm of your hand and squeeze gently, making her moan.

Your thrusting grows wilder as she squirms under you. Finally you can't hold it any longer. You pull her up and she comes upright sharply. You meet her open lips with yours, tongues curling around each other, kneading her soft white breast in your hand as you release together, juices dripping down onto the carpet below.

The door suddenly bursts open and a man enters waving a gun. His eyes widen at the sight. His face is livid. 'You bitch!' he spits.

The blonde starts to say something. The man raises his gun. You reach for your own. The man panics and fires in your direction. The last thing you feel is a sharp pain in your chest and the spreading wetness.

George finds you lying there alone, dead, when he comes back to the office a couple of hours later. Does he solve the case? Does he ever find out what happened? What do you care? It's the end of the road for you. Maybe you should have been a bit more careful.

THE END