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Midnight Office Sparks

Midnight Office Sparks

The conference room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights long after the rest of the city had gone dark. Emma leaned back in her chair, her eyes drifting from the spreadsheet on the screen to Jake's lap across the table. She felt horny staring at the outline of his hard cock straining against his slacks, her pussy getting wet and dripping with every stolen glance.

"Jake, if you keep shifting like that, I'm going to start thinking you're hiding something more interesting than quarterly projections," Emma said, her voice sharp and laced with challenge. She was no damsel; she ran these meetings and knew exactly how to flip the script.

Jake smirked, meeting her gaze. "And if you keep looking at me like that, Emma, I might just have to call your bluff. What's the matter—late nights making you restless?"

She stood, circling the table with deliberate steps, her heels clicking like a countdown. "Restless? Hardly. But I do appreciate efficiency. Why waste time on numbers when we could address the real tension in this room?" Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees before him, her ass exposed as her skirt rode up, and freed his hard cock with a confident tug.

"Bold move," Jake muttered, already panting as her mouth enveloped him in a slick blowjob. Emma worked him with expert rhythm, her tongue teasing while her own body responded, pussy dripping onto the carpet. Both were sweating now, the air thick with heat and the scent of arousal.

"Don't flatter yourself—I'm just finishing what the meeting started," she teased between strokes, her strong hands gripping his thighs. Jake groaned, thrusting lightly as she took him deeper, her ass arched invitingly.

The pace quickened until Jake came intensely, his cum exploding in hot pulses down her throat while Emma's body trembled with shared release. They collapsed back, panting and sweating, the office suddenly too small for what had ignited.

"Round one down," Emma whispered with a wicked grin, already plotting the next move. "But the real game starts when the sun rises."

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