Sexy secretary

She's on the phone, pen hovering, when the message comes through letter by letter. F-U-C-K M-E. The words hit hard and simple, nothing polite about them. She swallows, repeats it back once just to be sure, then hangs up with a quick, bright promise to wait at the office. In the empty room the quiet stretches. She stands there a moment longer, the phone still warm against her palm, before she decides she isn't going to sit idle. The hem of her skirt inches up as she leans back against the edge of the desk. Fingers slide between her thighs, finding wet heat already there. She works two of them inside, slow at first, then quicker, the desk giving the slightest creak with every push. Her ass flexes against the polished wood, full and pale, each thrust making the muscle tighten and release. The lace of her panties stays hooked around one knee, out of the way but still visible, a thin white line against skin. Blonde hair slips free from its clip and falls across her face. She catches the ends between her teeth, bites down to keep quiet, but the wet sound of her own fingers fills the room anyway. Every few strokes she pauses, spreads herself wider, watches the way her knuckles disappear and reappear. The idea of the boss walking in right now makes her cunt clench around nothing, and she pushes deeper to chase that feeling. Her breathing turns sharp. The desk creaks again. She keeps going until her thighs tremble and her wrist aches, until she has to bite her own forearm to stay silent while the orgasm rolls through her in tight, hot pulses.