Informal Affair

Silvia stood at the window in black lace lingerie that left little to the imagination, the fabric stretched tight across her round ass. Danial walked in, suit still buttoned, but his eyes told another story. They talked politics for thirty seconds, then his mouth was on hers. She sank to her knees on the carpet, tugged his zipper down, and took him between her lips, brunette hair falling forward as she worked. He stayed standing, watching her, then pulled her up and bent her over the desk. He slid inside her while her toes curled against his thigh. He kissed the arch of her foot when she lifted it, tasting the skin, then kept thrusting, her ass bouncing with each stroke. No words now, just breath and the sound of skin meeting skin until he finished across the small of her back.