The creaking of the office chair echoes her boyfriend's absence, but she's not lonely. Her mind's eye fills with the memory of his touch, his breath on her neck, his thick cock stretching her tight pussy. She slips a hand under her skirt, rubbing her wet panties, her fingers tracing the familiar path. She's a symphony of sensation, her body humming, her pussy pulsing, as she chases her release, her cries of ecstasy echoing through the empty office.