Sata's movements were feverish, her body yearning for release as her fingers teased the silky folds of her moistened pussy. Her heart raced with anticipation and her breathing grew shallow. She gasped when the weight of her panties pressed against her swollen clit. Slowly, she slipped off the delicate lace, tossing it aside in a carefree gesture that belied her inner turmoil.
Her eyes darted towards the door, half expecting to be caught in her saucy office tryst. But she couldn't resist the temptation any longer. She slid two fingers deep inside her wet heat, moaning softly as she started a slow, sensual rhythm. The weight of her breasts hung heavy against her chest, her nipples standing at attention, begging for attention.
Desire pooled in the depths of my being, driving me forward with an insatiable thirst for more.
