John hunched over his desk, fingers flying across the keyboard as the afternoon sun slanted through the blinds. The office hummed with quiet productivity, but his focus shattered when Priscilla sauntered in, her heels clicking like a challenge. "Still grinding away, John? You look like you're about to fuse with that chair," she quipped, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk that promised trouble.
He glanced up, wiping sweat from his brow. "Priscilla, if I don't finish this report, the boss will have my head. What's your excuse for interrupting?" She crossed the room, hips swaying, and perched on the edge of his desk. "My excuse is that you're working too hard. Time for a break before you combust. Or are you too uptight to handle a little distraction?"
Their eyes locked, the air thickening with tension. "Uptight? Coming from the woman who turns every meeting into a battlefield," John shot back, his voice low. Priscilla laughed, sharp and inviting. "Battlefield? Darling, I win those wars. But right now, I'm offering a truce—if you can keep up." She slid closer, her fingers brushing his thigh, and the spark ignited. He stood, pulling her into a kiss that melted the pretense.
Clothes hit the floor in a rush. Priscilla pushed him back into the chair, her strong hands commanding as she dropped to her knees. "Let's see if that cock of yours lives up to the rumors," she teased, wrapping her lips around his hard length for a slow, teasing blowjob. John groaned, fingers tangling in her hair while she worked him expertly, her tongue driving him wild.
"Fuck, Priscilla, you're dripping already," he panted as she stood, guiding his hand between her legs to feel her wet pussy. She straddled him, sinking down onto his throbbing cock with a wicked grin. "Horny doesn't even cover it. Now shut up and fuck me properly." Their bodies slammed together, her ass bouncing as she rode him hard, sweat glistening on their skin.
The climax hit like a storm—Priscilla came first, clenching around him with a cry, her juices dripping down his shaft. John followed, pumping cum deep inside her as they both shuddered, panting and spent against the desk. She kissed him fiercely, then pulled back with a knowing smile.
"Round one was fun, but next time, we're doing this in the conference room."
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