In the dimly lit office, the air was thick with anticipation. Sarah, a woman in her late twenties with a voluptuous figure and a mane of fiery red hair, sat at her desk, her fingers tracing idle patterns over the cool surface. Her emerald green eyes were fixed on the door, waiting for him.
James, a tall, dark, and handsome man in his early thirties, entered the room. His eyes immediately found Sarah, and he couldn’t help but stare at her ample cleavage, spilling out of her low-cut blouse. Her huge breasts, encased in a lacy bra, were a sight to behold. Her red hair was pulled back into a messy bun, revealing her long, elegant neck.
Sarah stood up, her curves accentuated by her pencil skirt. She walked over to James, her hips swaying seductively. She looked up at him through her long lashes, her lips curling into a sultry smile.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
James’ heart raced as he felt her hand brush against his crotch. He could feel himself getting hard, and he knew that he wanted her.
Sarah led him over to the couch in the corner of the room, her fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. She pushed him down onto the cushions, her eyes gleaming with desire.
She straddled him, her skirt riding up to reveal her bare thighs. James could see the outline of her panties, and he knew that she wasn’t wearing any. He reached up, his hands cupping her breasts, feeling their weight in his hands.
Sarah moaned, her head falling back as James squeezed her nipples through the lace of her bra. She ground her hips against him, feeling his hardness against her.
James slipped his hand under her skirt, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He stroked her clit, feeling her shudder with pleasure. Sarah leaned down, her lips finding his.
They kissed deeply, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. James could feel himself getting closer to the edge, and he knew that he needed to be inside her.
He flipped Sarah over onto her back, his fingers still working their magic. He pulled her panties to the side, his cock throbbing with anticipation.
He entered her slowly, feeling her warmth envelop him. Sarah moaned, her fingers digging into his back. James started to move, his thrusts becoming more urgent.
Sarah wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, and she knew that she was going to cum soon.
James could feel himself getting close too. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful. Sarah moaned louder, her back arching off the couch.
James could feel himself on the brink. He groaned, his cock twitching inside her. Sarah felt him cum, her own orgasm crashing over her.
They lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined. Sarah looked up at James, her eyes shining with satisfaction.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.
James smiled, his hand coming to rest on her hip.
“Yes, it was,” he replied, his fingers brushing against her still sensitive clit.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The air was thick with the scent of sex, and they knew that they would never forget this moment.
