Mr. Jung's fiery, hot kisses made you feel weightless as if you were floating into a sphere of nothingness. You were only aware of his hot breath and his lips. His caressing hand on your back sent shivers down your spine, making your body tremble in desire.
You couldn't get enough of this hot imbècile. Pulling his head, your fingers gripping his silky tresses, made his breath catch as he softly and tenderly began kissing your jaws and neck folds until he couldn't contain himself anymore. His body craved yours as he finally reclaimed your cherry-flavored mouth with his gentle but demanding tongue. Your senses were suspended, and you kissed him passionately back.
Your breath was struggling, and your heart was beating in sync until he let out a soft throaty groan, and with a sudden movement he gathered you up under your thighs, lifting you from the desk and leading you back into his private chambers...
Mr. Jung's mouth didn't stop kissing you as he laid you softly down on his silky duvet...devouring your mouth with need. Nothing mattered at that moment, as his trembling fingers began to unbutton your waitress's shirt...
After an hour has passed...
You both lay down on your backs, exhausted by the passionate lovemaking of the moment. Your hearts were racing as you both realized...something had changed in your 'volatile -love-hate relationship.
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