Marty Grinds On CJ’s Cock At Work

You know that bdsm bondage energy where everything just clicks into place, and I can’t stop thinking about that afternoon at the office when Marty completely took over. I was sitting there at my desk, pretending to stare at a spreadsheet, when she sauntered over in those sheer stockings that made this soft whisper against her thighs, and I swear the air got thick. She didn’t say a word, just pushed her chair right up next to mine and swung a leg over, settling onto my lap like it was the most natural thing in the world, and I felt my hands shaking as I grabbed her hips. The way she started moving was slow at first, a teasing grind that had me biting my lip, but then she leaned back and gave me this wicked little smirk that said she knew exactly what she was doing. She reached behind herself, found the base of me through my trousers, and started rubbing in these deliberate circles until I was completely hard and aching under her. Her perfume was everywhere, mixed with the faint scent of coffee from my mug, and she kept this steady rhythm while murmuring dirty little comments about how the boss would walk in any minute. The power shift was insane—she was in full control, and I was just gripping the armrests, trying not to groan too loud, and when she finally unzipped me and slid down, gagging messily but loving every second, my whole brain went blank. It was messy, rough, and raw, exactly that dominating vibe you’d expect, and I still get goosebumps thinking about her fingers digging into my thighs.