Office Nerd Dream Come True!

Katie doesn't wait for permission. She hooks two fingers in his belt loop and yanks the intern into the supply closet, kicking the door shut with the side of her foot. He's smart—nerdy as hell, always rambling about coding—but right now his brain's short-circuiting. She shoves him back against the rack of toner cartridges, presses her tits against his chest, and grabs the hard line of his cock through his slacks. "Strip." He fumbles, hands shaking, but the pants hit the floor fast enough when she squeezes. Katie drops to her knees without ceremony. His dick springs free—thick, flushed, already leaking—and she takes the head in one hot, sloppy swallow, humming around it like she's got a point to prove. Spit drips down his shaft as she works him deeper, throat flexing, one hand twisting at the base while the other slides lower to cup his balls and tug just enough to make his knees jerk. She pulls off long enough to smirk up at him, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock. "You gonna cum down my throat like a good boy or do I need to edge you till you're begging?" Then she swallows him again, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling, gagging on him till tears prick her lashes. When she stands she spins around, hiking her pencil skirt up to bare the soaked scrap of her thong. She backs onto him, guiding that slick cock straight into her cunt, and rides him hard—hips snapping, ass slapping against his thighs, walls clutching like she wants to wring every drop out of him. One hand braces on a shelf; the other reaches back to drag his fingers to her clit so he rubs it in tight, messy circles while she fucks herself on his length. She comes first, biting her lip hard, cunt spasming around him. Katie doesn't stop moving till he groans and spills hot inside her, then she grinds down slow, milking every pulse. "Don't go getting shy on me now," she says, voice low and smug. "We've still got half your lunch break left."