In the dimly lit office building, a woman works late into the night. She is no ordinary woman, but a voluptuous vixen with a body that would make any man’s head turn. Her ample bosom, barely contained by her blouse, heaves with every breath she takes. Her short skirt rides up her thighs, revealing her smooth, toned legs. And her neatly trimmed pubic hair peeks out from the top of her lacy panties.
As she works, she can’t help but feel the weight of her arousal building between her legs. She’s been alone in the office for hours, and the silence only amplifies the sound of her own heavy breathing. She knows she shouldn’t, but she can’t help but touch herself, running her fingers over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
Just as she’s about to give in to her desires, she hears a knock at the door. She startles, quickly composing herself and calling out for the person to enter. In walks a tall, handsome man, with piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jawline. He’s the last person she expected to see tonight.
Without a word, he closes the door behind him, locking it with a soft click. He turns to face her, his eyes locked on hers. She can feel the heat radiating off of him, and she knows that she’s in trouble.
He steps closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest, and she knows that she should stop him, but she can’t. She wants this, wants him, more than she’s ever wanted anything before.
He reaches out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. She shivers at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss.
She responds eagerly, her lips parting to allow his tongue to explore her mouth. She can feel the heat building between them, and she knows that she can’t resist him any longer.
He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She tilts her head back, giving him better access to her neck. She can feel his hands on her body, caressing her curves and sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.
He reaches her blouse, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons. Her ample bosom spills out, her nipples hardening under his gaze. He takes one in his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. She moans, her hands reaching out to tangle in his hair.
He continues to tease and caress her body, his fingers finding their way to the apex of her thighs. She’s wet, soaking through her panties. He slips a finger under the fabric, finding her clit and circling it gently. She gasps, her hips bucking against his hand.
He continues to pleasure her, his fingers working their magic on her clit. She can feel the orgasm building, her muscles tensing and releasing. She cries out, her pleasure echoing through the empty office.
He continues to pleasure her, bringing her to the brink of another orgasm. She’s lost in the pleasure, her mind blank and her body trembling. He slips a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around him. She moans, her hips moving in time with his fingers.
He adds another finger, stretching her and preparing her for his cock. She can feel the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, and she knows that she wants him inside her.
He enters her slowly, inch by inch, filling her completely. She moans, her body adjusting to his size. He begins to move, his hips thrusting in time with hers. She can feel the pleasure building again, her muscles tightening around him.
He thrusts harder and faster, his cock hitting her G-spot with every stroke. She cries out, her pleasure echoing through the room. He continues to thrust, bringing her to the brink of another orgasm.
She comes hard, her pleasure washing over her in waves. He continues to thrust, prolonging her pleasure and bringing himself to the brink of his own orgasm.
He comes with a shout, filling her completely. She can feel him pulsing inside her, his warmth spreading through her. He collapses on top of her, his breath hot against her neck.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, for what feels like hours. She can feel the weight of her arousal building again, and she knows that she wants him again.
But that’s a story for another night. For now, they lay there, their bodies spent and their minds at peace.
