Mark lingered at the edge of the office party, his eyes locked on Jenny's ass as she moved through the crowd with effortless confidence. Every sway made his cock hard, a sudden rush of horniness he couldn't shake. Jenny, sharp as ever in her fitted dress, caught his stare and arched a brow.
"Staring like that at the holiday bash, Mark? Bold move for someone who claims to be all business," she said, sauntering over with a smirk. "Or are you just hoping I'll notice and do something about it?"
Mark grinned, playing along. "Guilty. That ass of yours could start a riot. Care to give a guy a private tour?"
Jenny laughed, low and teasing. "Follow me to the storage room, then. But don't think you're in charge—I'll decide how this plays out." She grabbed his hand and led him away, the tension crackling between them.
Once inside, Jenny pushed him against the door, her hands already working his belt. "On your knees? No, that's for later. Right now, let's see what that hard cock can handle." She dropped down, taking him into her mouth for a slow, deliberate blowjob that had him groaning.
Mark's fingers found her, sliding under her dress to discover her pussy wet and dripping with arousal. "Looks like you're enjoying this as much as I am," he panted. Jenny pulled back just enough to retort, "Don't flatter yourself—I'm always in control," before resuming with wicked enthusiasm.
He came hard, cum spilling across her face as they both ended up sweating and panting from the intensity. Jenny wiped her cheek with a satisfied grin, rising to meet his eyes.
"That was a solid start, but the night's young—and so are we."
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