Office Stuffings - Scene 4

Sarah spills oil down her shirt right in front of Will, then shoots him that smirk. "Your turn. Shirt. Off." He peels it over his head, and the second she sees bare skin she’s already moving in, nails dragging down his chest, mouth finding his. Pants drop. Her wet, needy cunt brushes his thigh and she grinds like she’s claiming it. He lifts her onto the desk, steps between her spread knees, and slams in deep on the first thrust. Papers scatter. The whole damn office hears the slap of skin and her quick little gasps every time he bottoms out. She wraps her legs around his hips, heels digging in, riding each brutal stroke like she’s been waiting for this lunch break all month. He fucks her hard, steady, desk legs scraping tile, until she comes with a broken whimper and he fills her up right after.