Seductive Secretary POV

Alex Coal waits until the last light goes out in the building. Her black hair hangs loose now, no more tight bun. She steps into his office wearing nothing but black lace that barely covers what needs covering. He’s still at his desk. She doesn’t ask. She just walks over, drops to her knees, and reaches for his belt. Her mouth takes him in deep, tongue working every inch while her hand strokes what she can’t fit. He tries to stay still. Fails. His fingers slip under the lace, find her wet, and slide inside without warning. She moans around his cock, hips moving against his hand like she can’t get enough. She stands, turns, bends over the desk. He takes her hard, no slow build-up, just sharp thrusts that make the desk shake. Her lingerie stays half-on. It rides up with every slam. She touches herself while he fucks her, fingers working fast, breath ragged. He grips her waist like he owns it now. She doesn’t fight it. She came here to take what she wanted, and she’s getting it. Every thrust pushes her closer. She bites her lip, eyes half-closed, letting it all hit her at once.