The city lights flickered outside the glass-walled conference room as Emma and Jake wrapped up their late-night strategy meeting. She had caught him stealing glances all evening, but now her eyes locked onto the unmistakable bulge in his trousers. Her pussy grew wet and dripping with each passing second, a slow, deliberate heat building as she leaned back in her chair.
"Caught staring, Jake?" Emma said with a sharp smirk, her voice low and teasing. "Or is that just your way of saying the quarterly numbers aren't the only hard thing in this room?"
Jake shifted, adjusting himself with a chuckle. "You're one to talk, Emma. That skirt's been distracting me since six o'clock. What's your move—keep playing coy, or finally do something about it?"
She rose without hesitation, circling the table with confident steps until she stood before him. "Oh, I always make the first move," she replied, dropping smoothly to her knees. Her ass arched high, skirt riding up to expose smooth skin as she freed his hard cock from his pants. "Let's see if you can keep up with my pace."
Emma took him into her mouth for a slow, expert blowjob, her tongue working with wicked precision while her hand stroked the base. Jake groaned, his fingers threading through her hair as both began sweating and panting heavily in the heated office air. She pulled back just enough to murmur, "Tastes better than any deal we've closed tonight."
His hips bucked as the tension peaked, her pussy throbbing in rhythm with every stroke. Jake came intensely, his cum exploding across her lips and tongue while Emma's body trembled with shared release. She swallowed with a satisfied hum, wiping her mouth as she stood.
"Not bad for overtime," she said, smoothing her skirt with a wink. "But next time, we skip the meeting entirely."
The night was far from over, and neither was their hunger.
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