Sarah sat at her desk, staring blankly at the spreadsheet on her computer screen. Her mind, however, was far from her work. Instead, it was filled with thoughts of Mark and his impressive manhood. She couldn't help but imagine him standing over her, his cock thick and hard in his pants. The sight of it had been burned into her memory ever since their encounter at the office party last weekend.
She shook her head, trying to refocus her attention on the task at hand. But it was no use. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Mark and the things she wanted him to do to her. She let out a soft moan, causing her coworkers to glance over at her. Sarah blushed, pretending to be deep in thought.
With a sigh, she decided to take a quick break. She grabbed her purse and headed to the bathroom, needing a moment to herself to relieve some of the tension building in her body. As she sat in the stall, she couldn't help but think about Mark's hands on her body, his fingers exploring every inch of her.
She slipped her hand into her pants, imagining it was Mark's hand instead. She stifled a moan as she brought herself to climax. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself before returning to her desk.
As she walked back to her office, she couldn't help but feel slightly more focused but still distracted by her desires. She glanced up as the door to the office opened, her heart racing as she saw Mark walk in. She couldn't help but stare at the bulge in his pants, her mouth watering at the sight.
Mark caught her gaze and smirked, sauntering over to her desk. "Enjoying the view, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Sarah blushed, but couldn't help but return his smirk. "Only if you're going to give me a show," she replied, her voice dripping with innuendo.
Mark chuckled, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "Oh, I'll give you a show alright. But first, I think you owe me something."
Sarah's heart raced as Mark reached for the button on her pants. She looked around the office, but everyone was too busy with their own work to notice. Mark slid her pants down, exposing her bare thighs. Sarah gasped as he leaned down, his mouth finding her most sensitive spot. She gripped the edge of her desk, trying to stifle her moans as Mark brought her to the brink of orgasm.
"Mark, what are you doing?" Sarah whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"What does it look like, sweetheart?" Mark replied, his voice filled with amusement. "I'm giving you the show you asked for."
Sarah couldn't help but laugh, her body trembling with pleasure. "You always know how to give a girl what she wants," she said, her voice filled with gratitude.
Mark pulled back, a satisfied smile on his face. "I try my best," he said, winking at her. "But I think we should get back to work before someone catches on."
Sarah nodded, pulling her pants back up and taking a deep breath. She couldn't believe what had just happened, but she couldn't deny that she felt more focused and energized than she had all day. She glanced at Mark, a smile on her face. "Thanks for the pick-me-up," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.
Mark chuckled, returning her smile. "Anytime, sweetheart. Now let's get back to work."
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