Coincidentally, Jack looked just like Eva’s favorite male star from her childhood. Not just similar, but exactly the sa. And she often fantasized about that male star in her dreams. Being touched like this by a man who looked just like her idol, Eva felt herself getting wet with arousal.
Suddenly, Jack let go and quickly apologized, "I’m sorry, Ms. Adams, are you okay?"
"...I’m fine," Eva replied weakly.
Just then, a colleague walked by, eyeing them curiously.
Eva quickly stood up, adjusted her clothes, and looked at Jack with a complex expression. "You really have a lot of nerve. Aren’t you afraid I’ll fire you?"
Jack thought for a mont and replied seriously, "Of course I’m afraid, but I’ll regret it if I don’t grasp this chance."
"You’re very bold," Eva said.
"Only when it cos to the woman I love," Jack replied.
Jack was over ten inches taller than Eva, so when he stood in front of her, he could see deep into her cleavage, almost getting lost in it, not even hearing what Eva was saying.
Those large breasts, it would be so satisfying to bury his face in them.
As Eva looked up, she saw Jack staring directly at her chest. She instinctively used her hand to cover up and dodge his gaze, only to notice the significant bulge in Jack’s crotch.
That was quite large!
Eva was taken aback, involuntarily imagining what it would be like to be penetrated by such a large cock, wondering if she would be screwed to death by him.
As she thought about it, she felt herself getting even wetter.
"Ms. Adams, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave," Jack said, feeling awkward.
Eva suddenly stopped him. "After work, co to my office."
"Got it, Ms. Adams," Jack said, walking away.
Watching Jack’s sturdy figure disappear, Eva returned to her office. She tried to maintain composure yet failed. Recalling Jack’s impressive size, her gaze beca infatuated.
One of her hands slipped into her bra, while the other slowly moved downward, passing her slender waist, and gliding over her flat stomach. Her palm pressed against her mound of pubic hair, her fingers slipping between her legs, kneading between her labia and clitoris. Eva’s breathing quickened, her knees bending and legs rhythmically opening and closing. Her right hand rubbed her nipple, occasionally pinching it, pulling it upwards to shape her breasts into cones.
When she switched to the other nipple, the first one was already red, rising and falling with her breath.
Her hand between her legs moved faster, her moans becoming more frequent but still restrained, perhaps afraid soone outside might hear.
Her other hand tornted her nipples, flicking, pinching, kneading, twisting, and squeezing them as if no amount of stimulation was enough.
Suddenly, Eva lifted her buttocks off the chair and then dropped back down, her fingers spinning rapidly, causing her genitals to make wet sounds.
Her soft moans grew louder. "Fuck ... fuck ."
Eva’s buttocks were raised high, and her right hand, which had been playing with her nipples, moved down to join her left hand between her legs. Her moans turned into sobs.
Her voice trembled violently, sounding like she was crying, "Fuck , Jack, fuck !" Her cries beca increasingly indistinguishable.
After a while, Eva leaned back weakly in the chair, her chest still heaving. Her legs opened, revealing a tangle of slightly tangled golden pubic hair.
Slowly, her intense breathing began to calm down.
After the workday ended, Jack turned down his colleagues’ invitations for drinks and entered Eva’s office, then locked the door behind him.
"Ms. Adams, what can I do for you?" he said, standing beside her desk while admiring the beautiful CEO.
"What are you looking at?" Eva asked angrily, lifting her foot and lightly kicking Jack.
She had taken off her high heels before kicking him, making it more of a flirtatious gesture than an attack, full of teasing and seduction.
Even if Jack was slow, he could sense the affection in Eva’s heart. Feeling warm inside, he reached out and grabbed Eva’s small foot, gently caressing her slender, beautiful legs.
Eva wasn’t wearing stockings, showing her confidence in her delicate and smooth skin.
Her feet were beautiful, captivating even for Jack, who didn’t have a foot fetish. They were slender, long, exceptionally clean, with toes of just the right length, straight, and not curved like many others.
As Jack held her foot, Eva blushed, her chest heaving with excitent. The mont he grabbed her foot, her body felt an electric sensation, making her feel soft and powerless.
"No, let go!" Eva’s voice had a seductive tone that made Jack’s heart race. He couldn’t help but intensify his actions, bringing Eva’s foot to his mouth and gently kissing it.
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