Night shift

Night shift. The email from my boss said stay late and help with the paperwork. I smiled at my screen. Closer. That’s what I wanted. Hours later the offices emptied. The air conditioning hummed. I leaned over his desk, blouse open, and took him in my mouth. Slow, deep. My tongue traced the underside of his cock while my hand worked the base. He gripped my hair, pushing deeper until I swallowed him whole. Then he turned me, lifted my skirt, and pressed a slick finger between my cheeks. One knuckle, two. I pushed back, asking for more. He answered with his cock, sliding into my ass in one smooth thrust. My breath caught. The stretch burned sweet. Blonde strands stuck to my damp cheek as I braced against the desk and took every inch. He drove harder, each stroke slick, precise. When he came, he stayed buried, pulsing inside me while I clenched around him, shaking through my own release. We stayed like that, breathing, until the building felt silent again.