The office lights dimmed to a sultry glow as the clock struck midnight. Tom, still in his crisp white shirt with sleeves rolled up, leaned back in his chair, exhausted from the endless reports. Anie perched on the edge of his desk, legs crossed, while Lena circled behind him like a predator. "Tom, that deadline's a joke," Anie said, her voice sharp and teasing. "We could be doing something far more productive than crunching numbers. Or are you too buttoned-up for real fun?"
Lena chuckled, her fingers brushing his shoulder. "Yeah, Mr. Professional. Anie and I were thinking the conference room needs a different kind of meeting. One where we call the shots." Tom raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Ladies, if HR catches wind of this, we'll all be on the street. But something tells me you're not worried about consequences."
"Consequences are for cowards," Anie fired back, standing and unbuttoning the top of her blouse to reveal smooth skin. "We're strong enough to handle whatever comes. Question is, are you hard enough to keep up?" She stepped closer, pressing against him. Tom felt the heat rise as her hand grazed his thigh. "Already feeling it, aren't you? That cock straining against your pants."
Lena laughed, pulling him to his feet. "Let's see. Drop the shirt, Tom. Show us what you've got." Witty banter flew as they stripped him, Anie quipping, "Bet that tie's not the only thing getting tight tonight." Panting breaths filled the air as hands explored. Anie's pussy grew wet, dripping with anticipation, while Lena's ass pressed firmly against his. "Horny yet?" Anie whispered, kneeling to take his hard cock into her mouth for a slow, deliberate blowjob. Tom groaned, sweating as Lena joined, their tongues teasing.
The tension exploded into raw passion—bodies entwined on the desk, moans echoing as they rode the wave, cum mingling in a frenzy of thrusting and release.
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