Let’s talk about what a disaster You’ve been at work recently, seeing me there everyday. I know that you are so aroused from seeing me. You are always overly-stimulated and flustered and it’s so obvious. I see you pushing your rock-hard penis up into your waistband, hoping I won’t notice but drops of your precum cream over and soak your tucked-in shirt. You want to release so badly. Your penis is all beaming and blustered, so tall and taut, so inflamed and desperate, so excessively excited. I know you follow me on all my social media platforms; screenshotting my selfies, and I know that you masturbate like crazy to them. Creaming yourself silly to my pictures. I notice you looking at my cleavage all the time and I admit that I walk through doorways at the same time as you, and press up against you.
