Fred hunched over his desk, working hard on the endless spreadsheets as sweat beaded on his forehead. He glanced up and saw Sarah across the bullpen, her sharp eyes focused on her screen with the same intensity.
Sarah noticed his stare and strode over confidently, heels clicking. "Eyes on your work, Fred, or are you just admiring how I handle my deadlines?"
"Hard to focus when you're putting in overtime like that," Fred shot back with a grin. "What's a guy gotta do to get a check-in from you?"
She leaned close, her voice dripping with wit. "Prove you're not all talk, and maybe I'll make you horny enough to forget the clock. Think you can handle a real woman taking charge?"
Sarah pushed him back in his chair and dropped to her knees, her hand wrapping around his hard cock. "Let's see what you've got," she said, delivering a teasing blowjob that left him panting.
She stood, hiking up her skirt to reveal her wet pussy, then straddled him. "Ride this, big shot," she commanded, guiding his cock inside as her ass ground against him, both sweating and horny.
Fred thrust up as she came hard, her juices dripping down, until he followed with a groan of cum. Sarah smirked, adjusting her clothes. "Round one's done, but our after-hours project has chapters left to write."
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