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knees as he pulls away and grabs her hand, gently pulling on it to come with him.
     
    “Don’t be scared.” He whispers to her as he leads her over to the other side of his office before inviting her to sit on a plush leather couch placed against the cream walls. “I don’t bite.”
     
      She shakes as Mr. Condello pushes back on her shoulders, pressing her back into the couch before he kneels before her, rubbing his palms up and down her calves.
     
    “Just sit back and relax while I show you that you’ve made the right choice.” He says, his voice almost whispering to her.
     
      Olivia stiffens as she feels Mr. Condello begin to push her knees open, her heart beating loudly in her ears as she nervously resists.
     
    “Don’t be shy.” He whispers to her, kissing her knees as he rubs his palms up her thighs under her skirt. “I’m going to be seeing you in this position quite often so it’s best to just get used to it.”
     
      She nods her head, closing her eyes tightly as she feels his hands snake up her skirt to her waist. He hooks his fingers into the elastic waistband of her cotton panties before pulling on them.
     
    “Lift up.” He says to her, instructing her to raise her bum off the cushion.
     
      She does, her whole body shaking as she feels her panties slide down her thighs as he drags them down.
     
      He pulls them over her knees, his lips upturning into a smirk as he slides them down her calves before pulling them off of her and placing them on the couch beside her.
     
    “You’ve really never had a man take off your panties before, have you?” He asks, leaning down to kiss her knees.
     
    “N-no.” She stutters, opening her eyes as she shakes her head to look at him through nervously hooded lids.
     
    “You’ll have fun.” He says to her as he pushes up the fabric of her skirt over her thighs to her waist.
     
      She lets her breath out slowly as she feels Mr. Condello push her knees apart.
     
    “You’re still alright?” He asks her, rubbing his palms up and down the outside of her thighs.
     
    “Yes.” She whispers to him softly as her body tingles.
     
      She gasps as she feels Mr. Condello grip her hips to pull her closer to him. He pushes her thighs further apart as he leans into her center.
     
    “Your pussy’s wet…” He whispers to her as she feels him gently brush his finger over her tingling lips.
     
    “Mhm.” She moans out gently, her heart pounding as she feels the tickle of Mr. Condello’s hot breath get nearer and nearer.
     
    “I bet it tastes so good.” He whispers as she feels his nose brush against her skin before the tip of his tongue gently laps at her lips.
     
      She squirms under him, whimpering as she feels his hot, wet tongue spread apart her pussy lips apart before it licks hard over her soaking entrance.
     
      Olivia relaxes into the couch cushions, her nervousness floating away and the pleasure over taking her as Vincent Condello wraps his lips around her swelling clit and sucks the pearl into his mouth.
     
      She moans as he slides the tip of his tongue under her hood before flicking quickly back and forth as the tingle in her pussy turns into a hot, burning heat.
     
      Olivia gasps, her fingers struggling to grip the leather cushions as her pussy begins to contract, her sensitive clit bouncing under his tongue as waves of pleasure course through her.
     
      Her chest heaves as she watches him pull away from her. He licks his lips, smirking up at her from down between her legs as he slowly gets to his knees.
     
    “Feeling better about this?” He asks as he rubs his hands over the stiff tent in his suit pants.
     
    “Yeah.” She whispers to him, her voice trembling.
     
      Olivia takes in a deep, shaking breath as she watches Mr. Condello unbutton the top button of his pants before pushing down the zipper.
     
      He sinks his hand inside the waist, slowly palming at his meat before pushing down his pants, letting his