Office Party Heat

Mark lingered at the edge of the office holiday bash, his gaze locked on Jenny's curves as she mingled with colleagues. Her tight skirt hugged every sway of her ass, and he felt his cock harden instantly, a flush creeping up his neck. Jenny caught his stare across the room and smirked, excusing herself with a confident tilt of her head.

She sauntered over, champagne flute in hand. "Staring's free, but if you're going to undress me with your eyes, you might as well buy me a drink first," she quipped, her voice low and teasing. Mark chuckled, trying to play it cool. "Guilty as charged. Your ass should come with a warning label—hazardous to productivity."

Jenny leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "Hazardous? Please. I bet that cock of yours is already hard just from the view. Follow me if you want to do something about it." She turned without waiting, leading him down a dim hallway to the storage room, her hips swaying deliberately.

Inside the cluttered space, Jenny pushed the door shut and pressed Mark against a shelf. "On your knees? No, that's not my style," she said with a wicked grin, unbuckling his belt. "But I do love a good blowjob when the mood strikes." Her hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, stroking it firmly as she dropped down.

Mark groaned, fingers tangling in her hair while her mouth enveloped him, tongue swirling with expert precision. Jenny pulled back just enough to murmur, "My pussy's getting wet and dripping just thinking about this," her free hand slipping under her skirt to tease herself. The air thickened with their panting, bodies heating up fast.

She worked him harder, sucking deep until Mark's hips bucked. "Fuck, Jenny—" he gasped, and then he came, hot cum splashing across her face in pulsing waves. Jenny licked her lips, wiping a stray drop with a satisfied smile, both of them sweating and panting from the rush.

She stood, straightening her clothes with unhurried poise. "Round one's done, but don't think this party's over yet."