Office After Hours
The office was quiet except for the soft sound of skin meeting skin and the occasional creak of the leather chair. The blonde in the light blue button-up was bent over the desk, her shirt half-unbuttoned, skirt hiked up around her waist. Her long hair spilled across the surface as she bit her lip, trying to stay quiet.
Behind her, the brunette in the crisp white shirt had her on her knees, one hand gripping the blonde's hip while the other held her firmly in place. The thick strap-on slid in and out with slow, deliberate strokes, each thrust making the blonde's body jolt forward.
“Fuck… you feel so good,” the brunette whispered, voice low and rough as she leaned forward, pressing her body against the blonde's back. “Been thinking about bending you over this desk all day.”
The blonde moaned softly, pushing back to meet every thrust, her fingers curling around the edge of the desk. The laptop screen glowed nearby, the blinds were half-closed, and neither of them cared if anyone walked in.
Right now, the only thing that mattered was how deep she could take it — and how long they could keep this “meeting” going before someone finally noticed the lights were still on.