Office Life

Mira earns every raise she gets. Today her reward comes without a paycheck—David bends her over his desk and takes what he wants. Her red hair spills across scattered papers while he drives into her, slow at first, then harder. She braces against the wood, tits bouncing with every thrust, the fabric of her blouse straining until he tugs it open. Her nipples brush the cool surface; the contrast makes her gasp. David pulls out only when he’s ready, strokes himself once, twice, and paints her face in thick, deliberate ropes. She licks her lower lip clean and swallows what she can, eyes half-lidded, already thinking about tomorrow’s meeting.