In the dimly lit office building, Sarah worked late into the night. She was a successful businesswoman, known for her sharp mind and sharp tongue. But tonight, she was alone, and the silence of the office was only broken by the soft hum of the air conditioning.
Sarah was a striking figure, with long blonde hair that cascaded down her shoulders and huge, firm breasts that threatened to spill out of her low-cut blouse. She wore a short skirt that showed off her long, toned legs and a pair of high heels that made her legs look even longer. She was in her late twenties, but her youthful energy and confidence made her seem even younger.
As she worked, Sarah couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. She had been working on this project for months and was finally nearing the end. She knew that the next few hours would be critical, and she was determined to get it done.
But as the hours ticked by, Sarah began to feel the weight of the silence. She stretched her arms above her head, her blouse riding up to reveal a smooth, flat stomach and a hint of the dark curls of her pubic hair. She sighed, her full, pink lips forming a perfect “O” as she let out a deep, satisfied breath.
She was so absorbed in her work that she didn’t hear the door open, and she didn’t notice the figure that slipped into the room. It wasn’t until she felt a warm, firm hand on her shoulder that she looked up, her blue eyes meeting the dark, smoldering gaze of her boss, Mark.
Mark was a tall, handsome man in his early forties, with a chiseled jaw and piercing green eyes. He was dressed in a tailored suit that hugged his muscular frame, and he exuded an air of confidence and power.
“Working late, Sarah?” he asked, his voice low and smooth.
“Just finishing up,” Sarah replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mark moved closer, his hand still on Sarah’s shoulder. She could feel the heat of his body, and she could smell the faint scent of his cologne. She felt a flutter in her chest, and she knew that she was in trouble.
“Let me help you,” Mark said, his hand moving down to rest on Sarah’s lower back.
Sarah felt a jolt of electricity as Mark’s hand touched her skin. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and full of desire. She knew that she wanted him, and she knew that he wanted her too.
Without a word, Mark leaned in and kissed Sarah, his lips meeting hers in a soft, lingering kiss. Sarah responded, her lips parting to let his tongue explore her mouth. She could feel the heat building between them, and she knew that she couldn’t resist much longer.
Mark’s hands moved to Sarah’s breasts, cupping them gently and teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse. Sarah moaned, her head falling back as she surrendered to the pleasure.
Mark’s lips moved down Sarah’s neck, his teeth gently nibbling on her earlobe. She moaned again, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
Mark’s fingers found the buttons of Sarah’s blouse, and he undid them slowly, one by one. He kissed her breasts, his tongue tracing a path from one nipple to the other. Sarah moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair as she arched her back, offering herself to him.
Mark’s hand moved down Sarah’s stomach, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips before slipping beneath her skirt. She gasped as she felt his fingers brush against her pubic hair, and she spread her legs wider, inviting him in.
Mark’s fingers found Sarah’s wet, swollen clit, and he began to circle it gently, teasing her with every touch. Sarah moaned, her hips bucking against his hand as she felt the pleasure building inside her.
Mark’s fingers moved lower, slipping inside Sarah’s wet pussy. She moaned, her back arching as she felt him fill her up. He moved his fingers in and out, faster and faster, until Sarah was on the brink of orgasm.
With a final, deep thrust, Mark pushed Sarah over the edge. She moaned, her body trembling as she came, her juices flowing over Mark’s fingers.
Mark pulled his fingers out of Sarah’s pussy, and he brought them to his lips, tasting her juices. Sarah watched, her eyes wide with desire as he licked his fingers clean.
Mark stood up, his suit pants tented with his hard cock. Sarah reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of his shaft. She looked up at him, her eyes full of desire.
“Fuck me, Mark,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mark didn’t need to be asked twice. He undid his pants, his hard cock springing free. Sarah reached out, her fingers wrapping around his shaft as she guided him inside her.
Mark thrust into Sarah, his cock filling her up completely. She moaned, her back arching as she felt him hit her deep inside.
Mark started to fuck her, hard and fast. Sarah moaned, her fingers digging into his back as she took every thrust, her body moving in time with his.
Mark’s thrusts grew faster and harder, and Sarah could feel herself on the brink of another orgasm. She moaned, her head thrown back as she surrendered to the pleasure.
With a final, deep thrust, Mark pushed Sarah over the edge. She moaned, her body trembling as she came, her juices flowing over his cock.
Mark pulled out, his cock glistening with Sarah’s juices. Sarah looked up at him, her eyes full of desire.
“Again,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mark smiled, his green eyes full of desire. He thrust into Sarah again, and they started to fuck, hard and fast, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm.
They fucked for what seemed like hours, their bodies moving together in a dance of pleasure. They came again and again, their juices mixing together as they reached for the stars.
Finally, they lay together, their bodies spent and exhausted. Sarah looked up at Mark, her eyes full of love and desire.
“I love you, Mark,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mark smiled, his green eyes full of love.
“I love you too, Sarah,” he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.
And with that, they fell asleep, their bodies entwined in a perfect embrace.
