Office Overtime

Valentina Nappi walks into the intern's cubicle with one job on her mind. She points at the floor. Alex D drops to his knees without a word. Her heels click once, twice, then the straps loosen and her bare feet rest on his thighs—warm, soft, and demanding. She slides the silk stockings down one leg at a time, leaving the high heels on so the sharp edge of each shoe frames perfect toes. He leans in, lips brushing the arch, tongue tracing the line from heel to painted nail. She watches him work, legs parted just enough for the desk lamp to catch the black lace stretched over her full breasts and the matching thong already damp between her thighs. When her appetite shifts, she stands, turns, and bends over the edge of the desk. Alex frees his cock and sinks into her in one smooth thrust. Her tits sway beneath the bra with every stroke, heavy and natural, brushing the blotter. She reaches back with a foot, catches his shaft between her toes, stroking him while he’s still buried inside her. The rhythm breaks; he pulls out, grips tight, and paints thick ropes across her soles and ankles. The mess glistens on her skin under the harsh office lights. Somewhere down the hall a vacuum hums—Janitorial, already on the clock.