Bob was hunched over his desk, pouring over a report when he heard a knock on the door. He glanced up, expecting to see one of his colleagues, but instead, it was Sarah. She was wearing a short skirt that barely covered her ass, and Bob couldn't help but sneak peeks at her as she walked in.
"Hey, Bob," Sarah said, flashing him a playful smile. "Working hard?"
Bob cleared his throat and tried to focus on his work, but it was no use. He couldn't keep his eyes off of Sarah's ass.
"Yeah, just trying to get this report finished," Bob replied, hoping he didn't sound too distracted.
Sarah noticed his distracted behavior and walked over to his desk, leaning in close.
"You seem a little preoccupied, Bob," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Everything okay?"
Bob, feeling bold, decided to take a risk. He opened his zipper, revealing his big dick. Sarah's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't look away. Instead, she leaned in even closer.
"Well, someone seems to be feeling a little frisky today," Sarah said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Bob, trying to play it cool, retorted, "I would say the same about you, Sarah. That skirt is awfully short."
Sarah fired back with a witty retort, "Well, I didn't want to distract you too much, Bob. I know how hard you work."
The two of them engaged in a flirtatious banter, their words sharp and witty. Bob, feeling confident, invited Sarah to sit on his lap. She hesitated for a moment, but then decided to take a seat.
Bob wrapped his arms around Sarah's waist and the two of them engaged in some heavy petting. Sarah, feeling turned on, started to grind her hips against Bob's dick.
Bob, feeling close to losing control, suggested that they take things to the next level. Sarah, feeling playful, teased Bob and told him to wait. Bob, feeling frustrated, decided to take matters into his own hands and took Sarah's hand, placing it on his dick.
End of chapter.
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