The Charmer of the Office

Toby runs the floor. He can close deals and open legs with the same grin. His boss summons him for another meeting. He listens with half an ear while his eyes track the new girl across the glass partition. Black hair. Red lingerie under a tight pencil skirt. He excuses himself, claims a restroom break, and steers her into an empty conference room instead. He bends her over the polished table. His hand slides under the lace, finds her already wet, and pulls the thong aside. He works her open with two fingers, slow and deliberate, then sinks his cock into her ass in one steady thrust. She bites her lip to stay quiet. He doesn’t. His pace is measured—deep, controlled strokes that make the table creak. She drops to her knees between meetings. Lingerie straps still hanging off one shoulder, she takes him in her mouth, tasting herself and the lube he used. He grips her hair, fucks her throat until spit runs down her chin, then pulls out and paints her face in thick ropes. She licks her lips, eyes glassy, and smiles like she just passed her first performance review.