Lady Boss's Leaky Desk Fantasies

In the hushed confines of her office, the lady boss indulges in a secret ritual, her fingers dancing across her desk, not just on the keyboard, but also tracing the hem of her skirt, inching it up to reveal her gartered thighs. Her breath hitches as she recalls the previous day's encounter with her subordinate, his eager eyes devouring her every move. She imagines him, on his knees, his face buried in her warmth, his tongue exploring her folds, making her wetter than the rain outside. Her hand slips beneath her desk, finding the dampness, as she continues her naughty self-pleasure, her moans muffled by the hum of the office machinery.

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