Sexy secretary

Nobody else in the building tonight. Just me, stuck behind this desk with a pile of statistics the boss wants by morning. Numbers blur together. My mind drifts. Heat gathers between my thighs. My ass shifts in the chair, and the fabric of my skirt pulls tight. I lean back, let my hand slide under the desk. Fingers trace the edge of my panties, slip inside. I’m already wet. The quiet office makes every sound louder—the soft catch of my breath, the wet slide of my fingers working deeper. Blonde hair tumbles forward as my head tips back. I spread wider, fuck myself slow, then faster, chasing the pressure building low in my belly. The screen glows useless. All I feel is the pulse between my legs, the slick heat coating my knuckles, the hard edge of the chair against my ass. My legs shake. I bite my lip to keep quiet, but the moan still slips out. I grind against my hand until the orgasm hits, sharp and sudden, rippling through me in tight waves. Papers scatter when my free hand grips the desk. The numbers can wait. This couldn’t.