The tip of her tongue darts out, wetting her lips as she watches him type, each keystroke echoing in the quiet room. Her pussy clenches, imagining his strong fingers dancing over her clit instead of the keyboard. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "What are you typing?" she whispers, her voice laced with innuendo. He turns to her, his eyes dark with lust, "I'm typing out a fantasy," he growls, "of you, bent over, your wet pussy dripping, begging for my cock." She swallows hard, her heart pounding, as he spins his chair around, pulling her onto his lap, her wet panties rubbing against his denim-clad erection.