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I was still typing when she walked in, closed the door, and locked it. Her: “My meeting got cancelled. I have time.” She walked over, pushed my chair back, and dropped to her knees between my legs. She unzipped me slowly, pulled my cock out, and stroked it while looking up. Her: “I’ve been thinking about this all morning.” She took me into her mouth, wet and deep, sucking hard while her hand worked the base. Spit ran down my shaft. She gagged once, pulled off, then went deeper, eyes watering. Her: “Fuck my throat.” I held her head and thrust into her mouth until she was messy and drooling. She pulled off, stood up, turned around, and bent over my desk. She pulled her skirt up. No panties. Her pussy was already shiny. Her: “Put it in. I want it rough.” I stood, lined up, and pushed into her in one stroke. She was soaked and tight. She moaned and pushed back immediately. I grabbed her hips and fucked her hard, the desk shaking. She reached under and rubbed her clit. Her: “Harder… yes… right there… don’t stop.” I pounded her deep. She came hard, clenching around me, legs shaking. I kept going, wet sounds filling the office, until I was close. I pulled out, turned her around, and pushed her to her knees again. Her: “In my mouth. I want to swallow it.” She opened wide. I stroked myself and came across her tongue and lips. She swallowed, licked her lips, and stood up. She fixed her skirt and wiped her mouth. Her: “Go wash your hands. And don’t look at me like that when we leave. I’ll text you later if I want more.” She unlocked the door and walked out. I sat there for a minute, cock still half-hard, then cleaned up.