It was a slow day at the office. The hum of fluorescent lights filled the air, punctuated only by the occasional ring of a phone or the distant chatter of coworkers. Sarah, a 28-year-old woman with a stunning physique and a mane of fiery red hair, sat at her desk, her eyes scanning the endless stream of emails in her inbox.
Her heart skipped a beat as she felt a pair of eyes on her. She looked up to see Jack, a tall, dark, and handsome man in his early 30s, staring at her from across the room. His gaze lingered on her ample cleavage, barely contained by her low-cut blouse. Sarah felt a familiar warmth spread through her body as she returned his gaze, her full, ruby-red lips curling into a coy smile.
Jack couldn’t resist the allure of Sarah’s huge breasts, each one a perfect handful, topped with hard, pink nipples that strained against the thin fabric of her blouse. He imagined running his tongue over her nipples, feeling them harden and peak under his touch. He imagined cupping her breasts in his hands, feeling their weight and softness, as he teased her nipples with his fingers.
Sarah stood up, her curves on full display as she walked over to Jack’s desk. She leaned in close, her breasts pressing against his chest, as she whispered in his ear.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she said, her breath hot against his skin.
Jack’s heart raced as he felt Sarah’s hand brush against his thigh. He couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch her, to feel the softness of her skin and the heat of her body. He ran his hand up her thigh, feeling the soft curve of her ass beneath her skirt.
Sarah gasped as Jack’s hand found its way to her pussy, his fingers tracing the outline of her lips through her damp panties. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she moaned with pleasure.
“Fuck me, Jack,” she whispered. “Fuck me right here.”
Jack didn’t need to be asked twice. He stood up, pulling Sarah’s skirt up around her waist as he pushed her back against the desk. He tugged her panties to the side, revealing her wet, pink pussy. He couldn’t resist the urge to taste her, to feel her wetness on his tongue.
Sarah moaned as Jack’s tongue explored her pussy, teasing her clit and plunging deep inside her. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as she ground her hips against his face.
“Yes, Jack, yes,” she moaned. “Just like that.”
Jack could feel Sarah’s orgasm building, her pussy tightening around his fingers as she moaned louder and louder. He could feel her wetness coating his fingers, her juices running down his hand.
“I’m cumming, Jack,” she cried out. “I’m cumming!”
