"Work It": Office Hours Fuck

The hum of the photocopier sets the rhythm as Lily, dressed in a crisp blouse and tight pencil skirt, works diligently. Mr. Thompson, watching from his office, can't resist her allure. He storms in, his tie askew, commanding, "Bend over, Lily." She complies, her heart pounding. He hikes up her skirt, revealing her lace panties. "You're not wearing these to work again," he growls, tearing them off. He unbuckles his belt, his cock springing free. "Work it, Lily," he commands, slamming into her. She moans, her fingers digging into the copier as he fucks her hard, the machine's rhythm matching their primal dance.

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