In the quiet of the office after hours, Marianne lingered at her desk, putting the finishing touches on a presentation. She was a woman of generous proportions, with curves that could make a man’s knees weak. Her hair was a cascade of red curls, and her face was framed by delicate features. But what truly set her apart were her breasts – large and firm, with nipples that seemed to beg for attention.
As Marianne leaned over her desk, her boss, Henry, couldn’t help but notice the way her breasts hung heavily in her low-cut blouse. He felt a stirring in his loins as he imagined what lay beneath the fabric. He had always found Marianne attractive, but he had never acted on his desires. Tonight, however, he found himself unable to resist.
Henry cleared his throat, drawing Marianne’s attention. “I just wanted to say, you look stunning tonight,” he said, his eyes locked on hers.
Marianne blushed, surprised by the sudden compliment. “Thank you, Henry,” she said, her voice soft.
Henry took a step closer, his eyes drifting down to Marianne’s cleavage. “I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are,” he said, his voice husky.
Marianne’s heart skipped a beat as she realized Henry’s intentions. She had always known there was a spark between them, but she had never acted on it. Now, however, she found herself unable to resist.
She stood up, her breasts brushing against Henry’s chest. “I’ve always thought you were quite attractive yourself,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Henry’s heart raced as he felt Marianne’s breasts against him. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast. Marianne gasped, her nipples hardening beneath the fabric of her blouse.
Henry leaned in, his lips meeting Marianne’s in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together as they explored each other’s mouths. Henry’s hands roamed over Marianne’s body, caressing her curves and teasing her nipples.
Marianne moaned as Henry’s fingers found her nipples, pinching and twisting them gently. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her pussy growing wet with desire.
Henry broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. “I want you, Marianne,” he said, his voice hoarse.
Marianne nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, Henry. I want you too.”
Henry’s fingers moved to the buttons of Marianne’s blouse, undoing them one by one. He gasped as he revealed her breasts, large and firm with dark nipples that were already hard with desire.
Marianne reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of Henry’s cock through his pants. He moaned, his hips thrusting forward as she squeezed him gently.
Henry’s fingers found Marianne’s nipples again, pinching and twisting them as she moaned with pleasure. She reached down, her fingers tracing the wetness that had gathered at the crotch of her panties.
Henry’s mouth found Marianne’s breasts, his tongue tracing the curve of her nipples. She moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as he sucked and nibbled at her sensitive flesh.
Marianne’s fingers found the zipper of Henry’s pants, pulling it down slowly. She reached inside, her fingers wrapping around his hard cock. He moaned, his hips thrusting forward as she stroked him gently.
Henry’s fingers moved to Marianne’s panties, pulling them down slowly. He gasped as he revealed her pussy, already wet with desire. He leaned in, his tongue tracing the length of her slit.
Marianne moaned, her fingers tightening around Henry’s cock as he licked and sucked at her pussy. She could feel the heat building inside her, her orgasm growing closer with every stroke of his tongue.
Henry’s fingers found Marianne’s entrance, sliding inside her easily. She moaned, her hips thrusting forward as he fucked her with his fingers. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, her orgasm building with every stroke.
Marianne’s orgasm hit her suddenly, her body convulsing with pleasure. She moaned, her fingers tightening around Henry’s cock as she came.
Henry couldn’t wait any longer. He positioned himself at Marianne’s entrance, his cock throbbing with desire. He thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her.
Marianne moaned, her hips thrusting forward to meet his. He began to fuck her, hard and fast, his balls slapping against her ass with every stroke.
Marianne’s fingers dug into Henry’s back, her nails leaving marks on his skin. She moaned with every stroke, her orgasm building again.
Henry’s fingers found Marianne’s clit, rubbing and pinching it gently. She moaned, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came again.
Henry’s orgasm hit him suddenly, his cock throbbing as he filled Marianne’s pussy with his cum. He collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in short gasps.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, before Henry pulled away. He looked down at Marianne, his eyes filled with desire.
“I want you again,” he said, his voice hoarse.
Marianne smiled, her eyes filled with desire. “I want you too,” she said, her voice soft.
And with that, they began again, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time itself.
