Office After Hours: Bossy Coworker Needs Your Cock NOW!

The fluorescent lights of the cubicle farm hummed a dull, needy tune as Sarah, my sexy, sharp-tongued colleague, cornered me by the water cooler. Her pencil skirt was hiked up just enough to tease the curve of her ass, and the scent of her expensive perfume mixed with a musky, pre-cum tang that made my cock instantly rock hard against my slacks. "Don't just stand there looking like a decent piece of meat," she growled, her eyes dark and hungry. "Get over here. My desk is calling your thick cock." She shoved me against the cool metal filing cabinet, her hands gripping my hips like they owned me. The sound of her breath hitched—a wet, eager gasp—as she hooked a finger into the zipper of my jeans. "Take my cock deep," she commanded, her voice dropping to a smoky rasp. The first plunge was perfect, stretching her tight pussy around my length. Her hips bucked up, slick and hot. "Fuck me harder!" she moaned, arching her back as I started a punishing rhythm. The salty taste of her arousal flooded my mouth as she tilted her head back, throat taking the pounding. "Cum inside me! Breed me, you bastard!" she shrieked, gripping my shoulders until her nails dug in. This office after-hours rendezvous was about to get filthy.