After hours, the sleek office glowed under dim lights as Mark, the overlooked analyst, lingered by Lisa's desk. His boss, the razor-sharp CEO, had summoned him with a single email: "Stay late. We need to discuss your performance." Lisa leaned back in her leather chair, her tailored blouse unbuttoned just enough to hint at power. "You think staring at my ass in meetings goes unnoticed, Mark? Cute, but let's see if you have more than low-level nerve."
"Performance review at midnight?" Mark shot back, his voice steady despite the heat rising. "Most bosses just email feedback. You always this hands-on, Lisa?" She laughed, standing to circle him like prey she already owned. "Hands-on? Darling, I prefer mouths. Yours looks useful. Get on your knees and prove that cock of yours isn't as average as your reports."
Tension crackled as Lisa shed her skirt, revealing smooth thighs and a dripping pussy already wet with anticipation. "Don't just gawk—I'm horny, not patient. Pull it out." Mark complied, his hard cock springing free, and she gripped it with commanding fingers. "Bigger than expected. Now fuck my mouth rough. No mercy, or this ends here."
She dropped to her knees but stayed in charge, guiding his cock past her lips with a wicked grin. "That's it—thrust like you mean it. Make me gag on that blowjob, low-level." Mark obliged, gripping her hair as he pounded her throat, her ass arching back while she fingered her own pussy furiously. Sweat beaded on their skin, panting filling the room as her wet mouth took every rough inch.
Lisa's eyes watered but sparkled with dominance, moaning around his cock as her fingers worked faster. "Harder—yes, make it drip." The roughness built until she came hard, her pussy convulsing and dripping cum down her thighs without a single touch beyond her own hand. Mark groaned, pulling back as she swallowed every drop he spilled, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
Wiping her lips with a satisfied smirk, Lisa stood tall, adjusting her blouse like nothing had happened. "Not bad for a beginner. But next time, I expect you to last longer." She turned toward the door, leaving him panting and sweating. "Meet me here tomorrow—my ass has plans that will make this seem tame."
Little did he know, Lisa's appetite had only just begun to demand more.
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