RJ White leaned back in his leather chair, the polished mahogany desk between them gleaming under the soft glow of recessed lights, the faint hum of the city below filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his corner office. "Jenna, I understand your situation, but the budget constraints this quarter are non-negotiable," he said, his voice steady and professional, though his fingers tightened around the edge of a file as he met her eyes. "Corporate has capped all raises until the next fiscal year. There's simply no room."

Jenna stood poised in front of him, her pencil skirt hugging the curve of her hips, a stack of reports clutched lightly in her hands as she presented her case with measured confidence. "Sir, I've reviewed the numbers myself," she replied, her tone crisp and professional, detailing how her overtime and client acquisitions had directly boosted quarterly profits by fifteen percent. She shifted her weight, crossing one leg over the other slowly, and that's when she noticed it—the subtle but unmistakable bulge straining against the front of his tailored trousers, twitching as his gaze lingered a fraction too long on the open collar of her blouse. A faint flush crept up his neck, but he didn't look away.

Emboldened by the sight, Jenna let a small, knowing smile play at her lips, her voice dropping just a notch as she added, "Perhaps there's another way we could... work this out, Mr. White. Something mutually beneficial." She uncrossed her legs deliberately, letting the motion draw his eyes downward again, the air in the office thickening with unspoken tension as her fingers toyed idly with the top button of her blouse.

RJ's breath caught in his throat as Jenna stepped closer, her hips swaying with deliberate intent until the fabric of her skirt brushed against his knee. The contact sent a jolt straight to his groin, his already rigid cock throbbing painfully against the confines of his zipper, a bead of precum soaking into his boxers as he imagined yanking that skirt up and burying his face between her thighs. He could almost taste the musky sweetness of her cunt, feel the slick heat of her folds parting under his tongue while his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, spreading her wide for deeper licks that would make her moan and drip down his chin.

She shifted again, this time leaning over the desk to point at something on the reports, her full tits straining against the thin blouse and grazing his shoulder in a slow, lingering slide. The warmth of her body pressed nearer, her thigh now rubbing along the length of his leg, and RJ's mind flooded with filthy visions—gripping her by the hips, spinning her around, and slamming his thick dick into her tight pussy from behind, pounding her so hard the desk shook while her juices coated his shaft and balls with every wet slap. His fingers twitched on the file, knuckles whitening as he fought the urge to reach out and cup those heavy breasts, thumb her nipples until they pebbled under his touch.

Jenna's fingers toyed with that button once more, popping it open just enough to reveal the lacy edge of her bra and the swell of cleavage that made his mouth water. Another subtle shift brought her ass brushing against his arm as she straightened, the firm curve of it sending sparks through him while his internal monologue raged on, picturing her on her knees under the desk, lips stretched around his pulsing cock, sucking him deep into her throat with sloppy, gagging sounds as saliva dripped onto her tits. The office air grew heavier, charged with the scent of her perfume mixing with the faint musk of his arousal, unspoken tension crackling between them like electricity ready to ignite.

Jenna's heart hammered as she decided to linger after hours, her heels clicking deliberately toward RJ's corner office where the light still glowed. She slipped inside without knocking, closing the door with a soft click, her eyes locking on his as she approached his desk. "I heard the rumors about your private releases, RJ—how you stroke that thick cock thinking about me bent over right here," she murmured, her tone laced with challenge and heat, leaning forward so her full tits strained against her blouse, nipples already tight. RJ's breath hitched, his professional mask cracking as his gaze dropped to the

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