In the bustling office of a large corporation, there sat a woman named Samantha. She was a striking figure, with her long, wavy chestnut hair and piercing green eyes. But what truly set her apart were her ample assets – her huge, round breasts that seemed to defy gravity. Every man in the office couldn’t help but steal a glance at her as she walked by, her hips swaying gently beneath her pencil skirt.
Samantha was well aware of the effect she had on the men around her. She enjoyed the attention, and she knew how to use it to her advantage. She had a reputation as a flirt, but she had never acted on it – until now.
One day, a new employee started at the office. His name was Jake, and he was the most handsome man Samantha had ever laid eyes on. She couldn’t help but be drawn to him, and she found herself making excuses to talk to him throughout the day.
Jake was flattered by the attention, but he was also a professional. He knew he had to tread carefully – after all, they worked together. But as the days went on, he found himself becoming more and more attracted to Samantha.
One day, after a particularly long meeting, Samantha invited Jake back to her office for a drink. He hesitated at first – was this a good idea? But something about the way she looked at him made him feel like he couldn’t say no.
As they sat on the couch in her office, sipping their drinks, Samantha leaned in closer to Jake. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and she couldn’t resist the urge to touch him. She placed her hand on his thigh, and he jumped at the contact.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “I just can’t help myself.”
Jake didn’t say a word. He couldn’t. He was too busy feeling the blood rush to his cock as Samantha’s hand moved higher up his thigh.
Without warning, she straddled him, her huge breasts pressing against his chest. She kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth. Jake responded in kind, his hands moving to her hips, pulling her closer.
As they kissed, Samantha started to grind her hips against Jake’s. He could feel the heat emanating from her pussy, even through their clothes. He knew he had to have her – right now.
With a swift movement, he lifted her skirt, revealing her lack of underwear and a patch of neatly-trimmed pubic hair. He groaned at the sight, his cock straining against his pants.
Samantha reached down, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his hard cock. She stroked it gently, teasing him.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered in his ear, her voice husky with desire.
Jake didn’t need any more encouragement. He picked Samantha up, positioning her so that she was hovering above his cock.
“I’m going to take you slowly,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
He lowered her onto his cock, inch by inch, until she was fully seated. She moaned as he filled her, her pussy gripping him tightly.
Jake started to move, thrusting up into Samantha as she ground her hips against him. The couch creaked beneath them as they moved, their bodies slick with sweat.
“Oh, Jake,” Samantha moaned, her head thrown back in pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Jake could feel himself getting close to the edge. He reached down, rubbing Samantha’s clit in slow circles. She cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock.
“I’m going to cum,” she gasped, her voice frantic.
Jake thrust harder, faster, as Samantha’s pussy started to flutter around his cock. He could feel her orgasm building, could feel her getting closer and closer.
With a final, desperate thrust, Samantha came, her pussy milking Jake’s cock as he emptied himself inside her.
They sat there for a moment, panting and sweaty, their bodies still intertwined.
“I think we might need to invest in a new couch,” Samantha said, grinning.
Jake laughed, pulling her close.
“I think you might be right.”
