Typing, Temptation, and Taboo

In the dimly lit office, after hours, Mily's fingers tap away, her mind elsewhere. She's no longer the prim and proper office girl, but a temptress, a vixen, exploring her hidden desires. Her typing grows faster, more intense, mirroring the throbbing between her legs. She imagines a stranger, a client, anyone, walking in, catching her, making her act out her wildest dreams. Her breath hitches as she pictures him, standing there, watching her, wanting her, making her his, right there, on her desk.

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