With her heart racing and juices pooling between her legs, the blonde secretary approached her boss's desk. He was an intimidating figure, always demanding and rarely satisfied. But today, she was going to give him what he wanted. She slid underneath the desk, her tiny skirt hiking up to her thighs as she straddled one of the chair legs. Her lacy panties did nothing to hide her wet, swollen pussy lips from view.
Grabbing onto the desk for support, she leaned forward and pressed her weight onto him, pinning him beneath her. His hardened cock, straining against his pants, found its way between the delicate layers of her fishnets and into her soaking wet pussy. With a groan of approval, he began to thrust up into her, taking her roughly despite the bar despite the bar stool digging into his ass. She gripped the edge of the counter, her nails digging into the wood as pleasure consumed her. He drove into her over and over, their breaths becoming ragged and their skin slick with sweat. The sounds of clinking glasses and chatter from the bar faded away into the background as they were consumed by their primal desire.
