Forced Entry: Desk-Driven Desires

The hum of the office fades as the clock strikes five, but the tension only builds. A chase ensues, leading to a locked bank vault. The coworker, fueled by primal desire, forces entry, the heavy door clanging shut behind them. In the dim, confined space, the hunted becomes the hunter. She claws at his chest, marking him with her nails, as he grunts in approval. His hands grip her thighs, lifting her onto the counting table, where she wraps her legs around him, inviting his pulsating hardness to grind against her wet, eager center.

• chase
• bank
• from
• coworker

• Unknown