It was a slow day at the office. The hum of fluorescent lights filled the air, punctuated only by the occasional clatter of keyboards. Sarah, a statuesque beauty with a mane of fiery red hair and a generous bust, sat at her desk, staring blankly at her computer screen.
Across the room, Mark, a tall and muscular man with a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes, couldn’t help but steal glances at Sarah. He had always been drawn to her, from the first moment he saw her striding through the office doors, her curves accentuated by a form-fitting dress.
Today, Sarah had come to work in a particularly daring outfit. A low-cut blouse revealed an ample expanse of cleavage, and a short skirt showcased her toned legs. Mark felt his heart race every time he looked at her, and today was no exception.
As the day wore on, Mark found himself increasingly distracted by Sarah’s presence. He couldn’t focus on his work, his mind filled with images of her naked body, her full breasts and curvy hips. He imagined running his hands over her soft skin, feeling the weight of her breasts in his hands, tasting her lips.
Finally, he could bear it no longer. He got up from his desk and walked over to Sarah’s office, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Sarah,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
She looked up from her computer, her green eyes meeting his. “Mark,” she said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips.
“I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink after work,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
She considered him for a moment, her eyes appraising him. “Sure,” she said, a slow smile spreading across her face. “I’d like that.”
As the evening wore on, Mark and Sarah found themselves growing more and more attracted to each other. They talked and laughed, their flirtation escalating as the night went on. Finally, unable to resist the tension any longer, Mark leaned in and kissed her.
She responded eagerly, her lips parting to allow his tongue to explore her mouth. He ran his hands over her body, feeling the weight of her breasts, the curve of her hips. She moaned softly as he touched her, her body responding to his touch.
Before long, they were tearing at each other’s clothes, desperate to feel each other’s skin. Sarah’s blouse came off, revealing her full breasts, her nipples hard and erect. Mark groaned at the sight, his cock throbbing in his pants.
Sarah reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. She stroked it gently, her fingers wrapped around its thick length. Mark moaned, his head thrown back in pleasure.
Sarah pushed him down onto the couch, straddling him. She guided his cock inside her, gasping as he filled her. She began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Mark watched her, mesmerized by the sight of her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
He reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking at her nipples. She moaned, her hips moving faster. Mark could feel himself getting close, the familiar tension building in his balls.
Suddenly, Sarah stopped moving, her body going rigid. She cried out, her pussy clenching around Mark’s cock. He groaned, his own orgasm crashing over him. He came hard, his cum filling her.
They collapsed onto the couch, their bodies slick with sweat. Sarah snuggled up against Mark, her head resting on his chest. Mark wrapped his arms around her, feeling content and fulfilled.
They stayed like that for a long time, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync. Finally, Sarah sat up, a mischievous glint in her eye.
“How about we try that again?” she said, a slow smile spreading across her face.
Mark grinned, his cock already beginning to stir. “I thought you’d never ask,” he said, pulling her back down for another kiss.
