Who's the boss in here?

Miss Sophie takes control the second she stands. She peels the white blouse open, buttons pinging across the keyboard, then wriggles out of the tight pencil skirt until nothing covers her smooth, sun-kissed skin. With one bare thigh hooked over the armrest, she sinks two fingers straight into her soaked pussy and starts stroking, slow and deliberate. Her free hand cups a small, perky breast, thumb flicking the stiff nipple while the wet sounds of her cunt fill the quiet office. She leans back, hips rolling to meet every thrust, biting her lip to keep quiet and failing. Blonde hair slips over her shoulders as she works herself faster, breath growing short, until a sharp, breathless cry cuts through the empty room and her thighs tremble against the leather chair.