The president, a man used to command, finds himself commanded by his secretary's suggestive gaze and her body's subtle language. She turns away from him, her dress riding up, exposing her bare, inviting ass. He approaches, drawn like a moth to a flame, and she guides his throbbing cock to her wet entrance. He slides in, his hands grabbing her waist, pulling her back onto him as he pounds into her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The secretary, her head down, her hair cascading over her face, takes his every thrust, her own desire mounting, her body quivering with each impact.