You and Bob were exterminating an infestation of insects, the ususal 9-5, when you saw the most extraordinary sight. It was cockroaches, having intercourse! You turned around to see if Bob had noticed, he had, and there was something large growing in his trousers. That was your breaking point. You could feel your underwear increasingly soaking, and a wet patch grew on your practical trousers. Suddenly, Bob started to approach you. You could feel his comforting hot breath on your face as he crashed his lips into yours. At first you were shocked but soon melted into the kiss, he begun to grind against you as your hands made their way down to his belt unbuckling it and letting his large member spring loose. He ripped off your jacket, fondling your breasts, earning a breathy moan from you as he pulled your trousers down and aligned himself with your entrance, thrusting into you, making you scream out with pleasure and pain alike.
You managed to speak between your moans "Bob, I-I,"
"I know princess, me too," as he pulled out just in time and came all over your midsection
