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The office door clicks shut behind her, and she's alone with her thoughts, and her desires. She's no stranger to public play, the thrill of potential discovery only heightening her arousal. Today, she's chosen her office desk, its polished surface reflecting her eager face. She kicks off her heels, hiking up her skirt, and leans back, fingers finding their way to her slick opening. She's a master of stealth, her moans muffled, her body language controlled, yet her insides quiver with the effort to contain her building climax. She's close, so close, when the sound of footsteps outside her door sends a jolt through her. She freezes, eyes wide, as a knock echoes through the room. Will she answer, or will she ride out her orgasm in silence, the knock serving as the final push over the edge?