Elena Voss leaned against her glowing server rack, arms crossed, her sharp eyes locking onto Jake as he fumbled with the terminal. '123? Really? How to sign in, fucker?' she quipped, her voice dripping with sarcasm. 'My system's tighter than your pickup lines. Try again or get out.'
Jake smirked, stepping closer. 'Come on, Elena, you know I can crack it. Or maybe you just want me to crack you open instead.'
She laughed, a low, throaty sound, pushing him back with one finger. 'Strong words from a guy who can't even log in. I'm the one who decides when things get hard around here.' Her gaze dropped to his pants, already straining. 'Looks like someone's horny already.'
The air thickened as she circled him, her fingers tracing his chest. 'You want access? Earn it.' Jake grabbed her waist, but she spun him, pinning him lightly against the desk. 'Not so fast. I call the shots.' She dropped to her knees, freeing his cock, already hard and throbbing. 'Mmm, not bad,' she murmured before taking him in for a slow, teasing blowjob, her tongue working expertly.
Jake groaned, sweating, panting. 'Fuck, Elena, you're killing me.' She pulled back, standing tall. 'Good. Now strip.' Her clothes hit the floor, revealing her ass and wet pussy, dripping with anticipation. She pushed him down, straddling him. 'Watch and learn.' She rode him hard, her pussy clenching around his cock as they moved, bodies slick with sweat. 'Deeper, fucker,' she demanded wittily between moans. He came first, cum spilling as she followed, both exploding in a panting, shuddering climax that shook the room.
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