Secretary's Late Night Surrender
Lit only by the glow of her computer screen, the secretary types away, her glasses perched on her nose. Her boss, a stern man with a penchant for control, enters, his eyes scanning her body. "You're still here," he notes, his voice a low rumble. She nods, her heart pounding in her chest. He walks around her, his fingers tracing the line of her spine, making her shiver. "Show me what you've got," he commands, tilting her webcam towards her. She hesitates, then slowly begins to unbutton her blouse, her cheeks flushing. He watches, his cock hardening, as she plays with her tits, pinching her nipples. She spreads her legs, giving him a glimpse of her wet panties, and he growls, "Touch yourself." She obeys, her fingers rubbing her clit, her moans filling the room. He unzips his pants, his cock springing free, and she leans in, taking him into her mouth, her eyes locked with his on the screen. He comes with a grunt, his cum splattering her face, as she continues to pleasure herself, her body convulsing with her own orgasm.