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"Tucked away in her office, she whispers into the phone, 'Tell me what you want to do to me.' His voice, low and gravelly, paints a lurid picture. She unbuttons her blouse, letting it fall open as she touches herself, gasping at his every word. The office is quiet, but her heart races, echoing the throbbing between her legs. She's close, so close, when he commands, 'Come for me, baby,' and she does, biting her lip to stifle a moan, her body shuddering with release."