The office air conditioner hummed, but my attention was completely drawn to the female colleague at the next desk. She was wearing a tight-fitting pencil skirt today, the fabric so thin you could almost see her underwear. Her long, slender, white legs were crossed, and her plump buttocks swayed slightly on the chair, as if offering a silent invitation. I excused myself to hand her some documents and moved closer. When she looked up, a hint of allure flashed in her eyes, her red lips parted slightly, and her large breasts, barely contained by her low-cut shirt, seemed about to burst through the buttons. I couldn't resist reaching out to touch her thigh. She didn't flinch; instead, she gently squeezed her thighs together, her breathing becoming rapid. I shoved her onto the desk, lifted her skirt, ripped off her soaked thong, and thrust into her from behind. She bit her lip, suppressing a moan, but her plump buttocks actively responded to my thrusts, each one making a slapping sound of flesh colliding. I grabbed her long hair and fucked her harder and harder until she trembled with orgasm, then I ejaculated deep inside her, my semen mixing with her vaginal fluids and flowing down her thighs. She turned to look at me, her eyes unfocused, licked her lips, and whispered, "Next time... let's go somewhere else."
