A Moment of Indiscretion

In the dimly-lit office, the air was thick with the scent of lust and desire. The woman, a striking figure with auburn hair cascading down her shoulders, sat at her desk. Her ample bosom heaved with each heavy breath, the buttons of her blouse straining to contain their bounty.

He stood before her, a young intern, trembling with anticipation. His eyes were glued to the woman’s chest, the mounds of flesh barely contained by the thin fabric of her bra. His cock throbbed in his pants, aching to be released.

The woman leaned back in her chair, her eyes locked onto the intern’s. She ran a hand over her chest, tracing a path along the curve of her breast. She saw the intern’s breath hitch, his eyes widening with desire. She smiled, her lips curling into a seductive grin.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.

The intern nodded, unable to find his voice.

“Take it off,” she commanded, gesturing to her blouse.

The intern hesitated for a moment, before reaching forward and undoing the buttons of her blouse. He parted the fabric, revealing her lacy bra and the mounds of flesh spilling over the top.

The woman reached up, cupping her breasts and offering them to the intern. He leaned forward, his lips finding her nipple through the fabric of her bra. He sucked, his tongue flicking at the hard peak.

The woman gasped, her head falling back as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She ran her fingers through the intern’s hair, pulling him closer.

He continued to suck, his hands roaming over her body. He reached down, cupping her ass and pulling her closer. She wrapped her legs around him, grinding against his cock.

He groaned, his hands moving to her hips. He lifted her, his cock pressing against the damp fabric of her panties.

She reached down, pulling her panties to the side and guiding him inside her. He entered her with a groan, his cock sinking deep into her wet pussy.

They moved together, their bodies moving in a primal rhythm. The woman’s moans filled the room, mingling with the sounds of their bodies slapping together.

“Harder,” she gasped, her nails digging into the intern’s back.

He complied, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.

He followed shortly after, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed.

They collapsed onto the desk, their bodies slick with sweat. The woman ran her fingers through the intern’s hair, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Until next time,” she whispered, her eyes shining with mischief.

The intern nodded, his cock already stirring at the thought of their next encounter. He adjusted his clothes, before leaving the office, his mind filled with thoughts of the woman’s body.

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