Jack leaned against the bar, nursing his whiskey, when Lonnie walked in—new secretary at the office, curves that could stop traffic, and a confident stride that dared anyone to stare. Her blouse strained just enough to hint at the bounty beneath, and Jack's fetish kicked in hard; he had to pursue. He slid over with a grin. "New in town or just new to making men forget their names?" Lonnie arched a brow, sipping her martini. "Depends. Are you the type who buys drinks or just lines?" Their banter sparked instantly—witty jabs about office gossip and her busty allure met his firm charm, tension building as she leaned closer, eyes flashing with challenge rather than retreat. "You think you can handle this without tripping over your own ego?" she teased, but her pulse quickened when his hand brushed hers. They slipped out to her nearby apartment, where resistance melted into mutual heat against the kitchen wall. Lonnie shoved him back playfully yet firmly, unbuttoning his pants to free his hard cock before dropping for a teasing blowjob, her tongue working magic as he groaned. Panting and horny, she stood, hiking her skirt to reveal her wet pussy dripping with anticipation; Jack thrust in deep, gripping her ass while they fucked against the fridge, sweating bodies slapping as she rode him with strong, commanding rolls of her hips. She came first with a sharp cry, then again as he followed, filling her with hot cum. Lonnie smirked, spent but smiling, already plotting her next move. "Round one was fun, but the office has plenty more walls to test."
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