In the dim, humming office, the lone black goddess finds solace in her secret pleasure. Sitting in her chair, she hikes up her skirt, revealing her luscious, dark thighs. Her fingers, like velvet, tease her inner flesh, tracing the wetness that's pooling there. She moans softly, her other hand squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple through the thin blouse. Her hips rise and fall, riding the wave of her own touch, until she shudders, her body convulsing in a silent, intense orgasm.