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In the stark, clinical light of the office, she sits at her desk, a picture of professionalism, but her heart is pounding, her breath hitching as she sneaks glances at the clock. It's late, and she's alone, but the thrill of potentially getting caught has her throbbing. She spreads her legs, the cool air kissing her bare pussy, and begins to stroke herself, her fingers moving in tight, fast circles. She's close, her body tensing, her juices coating her fingers, when the sound of footsteps in the hallway has her freezing, her eyes wide, her heart in her throat.