Presents for Sophie - 16.

Sophie finds the office crowded with gift boxes and feels the rush of another birthday coming on. Eric already sent the first Happy Birthday text, but her real thrill is tearing into what everyone else left behind. One box yields a sheer black bodysuit that clings to her curves and leaves her nipples faintly visible. She strips off her dress, steps into it, then sits on the edge of the desk, legs parted, fingers already tracing the damp crotch. She leans back, lets the silk tighten around her breasts, and starts rubbing herself in slow circles, breath hitching every time the fabric pulls against her clit. Her free hand squeezes her own nipple through the mesh until it stiffens, the sound of her wet strokes growing louder in the quiet room. Another gift box waits untouched beside her, but Sophie is in no hurry to open it; she has herself spread open right here, riding her own fingers and savoring the first of many long, lazy orgasms the day is bound to bring.