Riding the Desk to Climax

The office is dark, the hum of the copier the only sound breaking the silence. The mature woman, dressed in a sharp skirt and blouse, sits at her desk, her heels kicked off, her stockinged feet playing with the hem of her skirt. Her employee enters, his tie loose, his shirt unbuttoned, a bottle of whiskey in hand. He pours two glasses, his eyes never leaving her. She watches him, her legs spreading slightly, inviting. He approaches, setting the glasses down, his hands finding her thighs, pushing her skirt up. She gasps, her hands finding his belt, unbuckling it, freeing him. He's hard, ready, and she's wet, waiting, as they give in to their late-night, mature desires.

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