Elena strode into the empty boardroom, her heels clicking like a challenge. Marcus leaned against the table, tie loosened, eyes raking over her. "Late again, counselor? Or just stalling because you know my closing argument was tighter than your skirt?"
She smirked, tossing her briefcase down. "Tighter? Please. Your arguments are as flimsy as your ego. But if we're measuring, I bet that cock of yours is already hard just from the sight of me."
Marcus chuckled, stepping closer. "Witty as ever. But let's skip the foreplay. I've seen how you eye me in meetings—horny little glances while pretending to take notes."
"Horny? Darling, my pussy's been wet and dripping since you opened your mouth today. The question is, can you handle it without begging?" Elena pushed him back into a chair, straddling his lap with fierce grace. She ground against him, feeling his hardness press up. "No submission here, Marcus. You'll work for every inch."
His hands gripped her ass as she unbuttoned his shirt. "Blowjob first? Or do you want me to make that cock throb until you can't think?" she teased, sliding down to her knees. Her tongue teased him, sharp words between licks. "Admit it—you've fantasized about this."
Marcus groaned, panting as she took him deep. "Fuck, Elena... your mouth is lethal. But turn around—let me see that ass while I fuck you senseless."
She rose, strong and commanding, bending over the table. "Then do it. Make me come so hard the whole floor hears." He thrust into her wet pussy, sweat beading on their skin as they moved in rhythm—her moans mixing with his grunts, bodies slick and urgent. Elena rode back against him, dictating the pace until he came with a shudder, cum spilling as she followed, panting and triumphant.
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