13 office time or honeymoon time?

Sitting on the sofa and maintaining a good, straight posture was almost next to impossible when Julien saw Monica swinging her hips in the air as if she wanted to put up on a good fight with him. His spacious kitchen was feeling like it was stuffed with her colone and her sweet make-up. Her plump red lips was juicy just like a pair of her juicy apple. Her dress was not high enough to make her hips visible but Julien's imagination was running wild.

The next moment he was on his feet and she still was sitting on the stool with the same posture. His one hour conference call was over. He rolled up his sleeves and marched towards the empty stool. His eyes drifted to her explosive cleavage. As his mouth left a soft grunt "what are you wearing?" His voice was shrill. Her eyes widened and she turned to face Julien. Her eyes were fixed on his sleeves as her lips parted to speak "I have an appointment. With the chief of our college" his mouth felt dry to her response. The thought that she was