Rafi, the 26-year-old junior analyst, gripped his pen tighter as Ainun Nahar, his 40-year-old boss, leaned over his desk to review the quarterly report. Her low-cut dress strained against her massive breasts, the deep cleavage threatening to spill out entirely. "Eyes up here, Rafi," she said with a sly smirk, catching his stare. "Or are those numbers too distracting today?"
"Hard to focus when the view keeps improving," he replied, voice steady despite the heat rising in his pants. Ainun straightened, her curves shifting deliberately as she circled the desk. "Flattery won't save your projections, but it might earn you a private lesson. Tell me, how long have you been watching these melons bounce around the office?"
She perched on the edge of his chair, close enough that her perfume mixed with the tension. Rafi shifted, his cock already hard and pressing against his trousers. "Every damn day, Ainun. Those 'incidents' with the copier and the coffee spill weren't accidents, were they?" She laughed, low and throaty, her hand brushing his thigh. "Smart boy. I like a man who notices. But let's see if you can handle more than looking."
Ainun stood and locked the office door, turning back with a confident glint in her eye. "Strip the pretense, Rafi. I've been making you horny on purpose." She pulled him up, their bodies colliding as her big tits pressed against his chest. Witty banter flew as she unzipped him: "Think you can keep up with a woman who knows what she wants?" His hands explored her ass while she stroked his hard cock, both panting already.
They tumbled onto the desk, Ainun taking charge as she hiked up her dress to reveal her wet pussy, dripping with anticipation. "Fuck me like you've been dreaming," she commanded, strong and unyielding. Rafi thrust into her, their bodies sweating and moving in rhythm, her moans mixing with sharp dialogue about office power plays. She gave him a teasing blowjob midway, sucking until he nearly came, then climbed on top to ride him.
Her pussy clenched around his cock as she came hard, juices dripping down his thighs, both of them panting through the climax. Rafi followed, filling her with cum while her ass bounced against him. They collapsed in a sweaty heap, hearts racing.
Ainun kissed his forehead with a wicked smile, whispering, "This is just the start of our after-hours meetings."
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