Occasionally Sophie would wear what Matt thought was called a camisole instead of a bra. Sex Fortunately, he was sitting in his chair, his legs under his desk, so his embarrassing hardon wasn’t visible. He told her to stop for second, let him look at her in her bra, so he could see what he had only been able to steal a glance at in the office, those tits being hugged by her lucky bra, spilling out a bit from the top. She invited him to the kitchen and made him a cup of coffee before doing so. But as luck would have it, just at that moment her cell phone rang. Unfortunately for Sophie, the day’s work, followed by the phone call, had left her more tired than she realized, and she slept in.
