and she gently brushed away the fabric of his tucked shirt, revealing a semi-hard cock threatening to escape Mark's boxer briefs. Placing her palm against the bulge between Mark's legs, Sarah scooted forward on her knees so that her face was mere inches away from Mark's rapidly hardening cock. Mark leaned forward against his desk, allowing Sarah clearer access, and took his first bite out of the eclair. As Mark bit down on the soft pastry, Sarah pulled the waistband of Mark