In the dimly lit office, a woman named Isabella sat at her desk, finishing up some paperwork. She was a striking figure, with long, wavy chestnut hair and piercing green eyes. Her ample assets, barely contained by her skimpy blouse, were the subject of many an admiring glance from her colleagues. Isabella, however, was oblivious to their stares, lost in her work.
Suddenly, she heard the door creak open and looked up to see a tall, handsome man enter. He was none other than Ethan, the new intern, who had started working in the office just a week ago. Isabella had noticed him before, with his piercing blue eyes and chiseled jawline, but she had never had the chance to talk to him.
“Hi, Isabella,” Ethan said, his voice deep and smooth. “I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about the project I’m working on.”
Isabella smiled, feeling a flutter in her chest. “Of course, Ethan. Come on over and take a seat.”
Ethan walked over to her desk, his eyes taking in the sight of Isabella’s voluptuous figure. He couldn’t help but notice the way her nipples hardened beneath her blouse, and he felt a stirring in his loins.
As they discussed the project, Isabella couldn’t help but feel a growing attraction to Ethan. She found herself leaning in closer to him, their legs brushing against each other beneath the desk. Ethan, for his part, was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on their conversation, as his thoughts kept drifting to more carnal desires.
Finally, Isabella couldn’t take it any longer. She leaned in and kissed Ethan, her full lips pressing against his. Ethan responded eagerly, his tongue exploring her mouth. They broke apart, both of them breathless, and Isabella stood up, pulling Ethan towards her.
She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her ample cleavage. Ethan couldn’t help but stare, his mouth watering at the sight. Isabella smiled, reaching down to unzip her skirt. It fell to the ground, revealing her smooth, toned thighs. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and Ethan gasped at the sight of her shaved pussy, glistening with moisture.
Ethan reached out, his fingers tracing a path up Isabella’s thigh. She moaned, leaning back against the desk. Ethan slowly pushed a finger inside her, feeling her wetness coat his hand. Isabella’s hips bucked, and she cried out, urging him to go deeper.
