Katala's perfect moment

Cleaning the manager's office, I finally got what I'd been waiting for. He wasn't paying attention, reached for something behind me, and his hand landed right on my ass. I got wet instantly. I hadn't felt that horny since I was eighteen. My whole body just lit up. I stayed bent over, pretending to scrub, but my heart was hammering. Every time he adjusted his hand, my pussy throbbed. I could feel myself getting slick between my thighs. I wanted more and I wanted it fast. I pushed my ass back a little, just enough for him to feel what was going on. My thighs were already sticky. Fuck, I was dripping. He didn't pull away. If anything, his palm got firmer, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. I kept scrubbing so it looked normal, but all I could think about was his cock. I was aching to feel it. My shorts were soaked. My skin was hot. I wanted to turn around, drop to my knees, and take him right there in the office. But I stayed still, letting him touch me, letting that thick, hungry feeling build. Every second he kept his hand on my ass, my pussy got wetter. I was practically throbbing under his grip, and I couldn't stop smiling like a slut who just got caught.