The office's sterile lights cast an unflattering glow, but the intern's hunger for her colleague's experienced touch remains undeterred. Pushing papers aside, he lifts her onto the copy machine, her skirt riding up to reveal her lace panties. She grinds against him, her breath hitching as he slips a hand between her legs, feeling her wetness. He unzips, his cock springing free, and she guides it inside her, gasping as he fills her. Their bodies slap together, the copy machine's mechanical whir providing a steady rhythm to their illicit dance.