Despite having worked for years now, today Fiona was feeling a little excited. Today was the first day of her half-retirement, and she had decided to continue working since she enjoyed it, but didn't want to continue with the same workload. She had taken on an easier role, training the new interns. At any moment, the intern she would be training could come in. Just as she was thinking that, the door of her office knocked. "Come in," she said, her voice sounding calm and collected. That lasted until she saw {{user}} come in. He was just her type. "Welcome," she said with a professional tone that still had its own charm. "My name is Fiona, Fiona Scarlett. I will be helping you navigate your work life and duties." She could feel {{user}} occasionally glance at her breasts, which despite being covered, were still evident under her business attire because of their size. Normally, she would correct such behavior, but today she was feeling sexually frustrated and more relaxed in her half-retired state. She spread her legs, one resting on her desk and the other on her chair's armrest, causing her skirt to pull back and reveal her flailed red lingerie which covered her pussy, which was already soaking wet. She looked at {{user}} with a seductive smile. "You wouldn't mind if this was your first assignment, would you? You can think of it as some sort of 'team building'." She chuckled seductively, feeling a fire between her legs.

A surprised yet lusty smile formed on her lips as she saw his cock. She reached out and wrapped her hand around it, giving it a few strokes as she stared at the tip, her breaths becoming more shallow. "That might be just what I need." she purred, not hesitating to lean forward and engulf his shaft in her mouth, taking as much of him as she could without gagging. Her tongue swirled around his head, moaning softly as she savored the taste of him. Her fingers moved to stroke her pussy through her lingerie, rubbing against the wetness gathering there. "Oh fuck," she groaned, her eyes drifting shut as he filled her mouth and sent sensations straight to her core. She slid a hand down between her legs, finding relief in touching herself while she sucked him off, wanting nothing more than to come right here, right now. Without breaking the rhythm of her sucking and stroking, she met his eyes over his cock, smirking playfully. "How long do you think you can last?" she teased, feeling a rush of desire coursing through her veins as he grew harder in her mouth.

Her body arched in response as she felt herself penetrated roughly, the pain mixing with pleasure and intensifying both sensations. She cried out loudly, unable to contain herself as he stretched her more than she ever had before, filling her completely. Her fingers dug into the desk beneath her, holding on for dear life as he began to pump into her relentlessly. "Fuck yes!" she moaned, meeting his thrusts with an equal measure of passion and abandon. Her hips moved along with his cock, wanting him deeper still inside her. She could feel herself building toward a powerful orgasm, the tension growing tighter and more intense by the second. "I'm close!" she gasped out between gasps for air. Her tongue flicked out to lick at his shaft as it moved in and out of her mouth, eager to taste him as he filled her with each stroke. Her breasts swayed temptingly above the desk, nipples hard and erect from arousal and desire. "Don't stop," she whimpered, her voice barely audible over their combined sounds of passion. As he continued to fuck her, she could feel the tension building inside her, tightening every muscle in her body until finally, with a cry that echoed around the empty office, she exploded in a shuddering orgasm that left her limp and satisfied. Her walls contracted rhythmically around him as waves of pleasure coursed through her entire being, leaving her feeling sated and thoroughly enjoyed. With one final thrust, he followed her over the edge, growling out his own release as he filled her with his seed. Her muscles clenched tightly again around him, milking every last drop from his spent cock before finally relaxing. She lay boneless on top

As her orgasm began to subside, leaving her pleasantly spent and eager for more, she felt him thrust back into her. The sensation sent another wave of desire coursing through her body, and she could feel herself responding despite already having climaxed. Her hips rose to meet his movements, moaning low in her throat as he began an intense rhythm that had them both growing more frantic with each passing second. Her breath came in ragged gasps as their bodies met again and again, the force of their union echoing around the otherwise silent office. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him deeper inside her while her free hand slid between their moving bodies to find and rub her swollen clit. The mixture of pain and pleasure was exquisite, making her whole body tense as she neared the brink once more. "Harder," she moaned, biting down on her lower lip. "Don't stop." Her hips rose higher with each thrust, her breasts bouncing freely against his chest. The feeling of being dominated and taken so roughly filled her with a primitive lust that seemed to grow stronger by the second. She could feel herself building towards another orgasm, closer and more intense than before. With every stroke, every grind of their hips together, she felt the tension tightening within her until finally, with a cry of release, she came again. Her muscles clenched rhythmically around him as waves of pleasure washed over her, leaving her weak and spent but craving more still. Her nails raked down his back as he continued to pump into her without mercy, the sting adding another layer of sensation to their rough coupling. Her hips arched higher with each thrust now, meeting him stroke for stroke as she chased after

The office echoed with their primal sounds of passion as he continued to fuck her relentlessly, refusing to let up even when she climaxed. Each stroke sent new waves of pleasure crashing through her, leaving her mind reeling and her body thrashing against his in a desperate attempt to find relief from the building tension. She could feel herself on the brink once more, her orgasm close enough that it seemed like it might be able to tear her apart if she let it. But as much as she wanted release, she found herself craving this connection with him even more. The power of being taken so roughly, of losing control completely to his demands, was intoxicating and addictive in a way that nothing else ever had been. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her hips bucked wildly against his, seeking friction where she could find it. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she neared the edge again, feeling like she might explode from pleasure if he didn't slow down. But he showed no signs of stopping; instead, he seemed to grow more intense with each passing second. Her breasts were sore and tender from being bruised against his chest, her nipples hard and aching for attention that only his teeth or tongue could provide. She arched her back off the desk, unable to take any more of him inside her but wanting it all just the same. The pleasure-pain coursing through her body was enough to send shivers down her spine, leaving every muscle in her quivering with need and desire. As she felt herself begin to lose control once more, a hoarse moan escaped her lips. Her body tensed up and then went limp as orgasm after orgasm washed over her in quick succession, leaving her shuddering and spent

She felt utterly sated as he continued to move inside her, each thrust sending new waves of pleasure washing over her even in the aftermath of her orgasmic release. Her body went limp beneath him, boneless and surrendered to his dominance. She could feel every part of them connect, her skin against his, their sweat mingling together as they moved together in an unspoken rhythm that spoke volumes about their chemistry. Her breathing slowly began to return to normal as she lay panting beneath him, one hand still massaging her tender clit while the other stroked his hair soothingly. "That was...intense," she managed to gasp between gasps for air. A small smile played at the corners of her lips as she glanced up at Leinsherr, appreciation shining in her eyes despite her exhausted state. "You're really quite amazing," she whispered, running a finger down his cheek before curling it around his ear to pull him closer for a lingering kiss. "Thank you." Her words were soft but filled with meaning as they lingered between them in the quiet aftermath of their passionate encounter. She could feel herself starting to become aroused once more, her body responding despite the intense pleasure she had just experienced. She didn't know what the future held for them, but for now, she was content to enjoy this moment with Leinsherr and see where it led them.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he thrust into her once more with force, stretching her impossibly and sending sensations spiraling through her body like a firestorm. Her muscles tensed and relaxed around him in perfect rhythm, clenching tightly each time he pulled back before releasing him again on his powerful strokes forward. Every move sent tremors of pleasure coursing through her, leaving her lightheaded and weak with need. Her fingers dug into the desk beneath her as she arched her back off the surface, seeking purchase against the intense sensations washing over her. She could feel herself building towards another orgasm, this one promising to be just as powerful as before but somehow more primal, more raw. The pleasure-pain coursing through her body made it difficult for her to think clearly, much less focus on anything besides the feeling of being taken so roughly and completely by Leinsherr. Her moans filled the otherwise silent office, echoing off the walls as she neared the brink once more. His thrusts grew harder still, each one sending shockwaves through her core until finally, with a cry that seemed to come from deep within her soul, she exploded in an orgasm so powerful it left her shuddering and gasping for air on top of the desk. Her muscles clenched tightly around him as her hips arched off the surface, urging him deeper still inside her. Tears streamed down her cheeks from the intensity of pleasure-pain, mingling with sweat and making a trail across her flushed face. She could feel every stroke, every thrust deep within her, like they were touching something so primal and primitive that it left her spent and sore but still wanting more. As she lay panting on top of the

Her breathing ragged and labored, Fiona lay sprawled across her desk, every inch of her body sore from the intense coupling they had just shared. She closed her eyes, savoring the lingering echoes of pleasure that danced along her nerves. Despite feeling completely drained, there was still a small thrill coursing through her veins, an addictive need for more. She wasn't sure what this new desire meant; after all, she had been divorced from her husband for years and hadn't felt anything remotely like this with anyone else since then. Perhaps it was just the novelty of being with someone so young, so willing to please. Or perhaps it went deeper than that, maybe down to some fundamental level where she craved the dominance and control he had exerted over her. Whatever the reason, she couldn't deny the intoxicating effect it had on her. With a sigh, Fiona rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she regarded Leinsherr with tired but appreciative eyes. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, touching his cheek with gentle fingers. "That was...intense." She smiled briefly before trailing off, seeming lost in thought for a moment. She glanced down at the clock on her desk, realizing they'd been at this for hours now and that it was late. "We should probably get some rest," she said, voice soft and quiet despite the office stillness. "It's getting quite late." Her gaze flickered back to him, searching his expression for any sign of how he felt about all this. He seemed equally spent, his breath coming out in shallow pants as he lay on top of her desk, eyes closed and chest rising and falling slowly with each breath.

Fiona laughed softly at his playful question, the sound light and musical despite her tiredness. "Well, you've been approved for tonight," she said with a wink, reaching out to stroke his cheek affectionately before laying down next to him on top of the desk, their bodies pressed together from shoulder to knee. She felt content in this moment, more satisfied than she had been in years. The connection they had shared was...incredible. It left her wondering what might happen tomorrow, or the day after that. Would they continue like this? Or would things go back to normal once the initial passion faded? She didn't know yet, but for now, she could enjoy the closeness and intimacy of their embrace. As she drifted off to sleep with Leinsherr wrapped around her, her last thought was how strange it felt to finally feel desired again...and how much she hoped it wouldn't end anytime soon.

The sun streams through the window, casting a warm glow over their entangled forms as they lay naked on her desk. Fiona stirs first, yawning and stretching lazily before opening her eyes to find Leinsherr still fast asleep beside her. She smiles tiredly, running her fingers through his disheveled hair. Last night had been...unforgettable. The passion they'd shared left her aching for more, even now with the memories of their rough sex fading into distant pleasure. She sits up slowly, wincing at the protest from her sore muscles as she does so. Their naked bodies meet again briefly before he rolls away from her, still sleeping peacefully. Fiona watches him for a moment longer before standing and moving to grab some clothes from her office chair. She pulls on a robe, tying it loosely around her waist as she wanders back over to the desk, absently picking up a stray lock of his hair and twirling it around her finger. With a sigh, she nudges him gently with her foot. "Leinsherr?" Her voice is soft, careful not to wake him if he's still sleeping soundly. When there's no response, she gives him a more solid kick this time, watching as his head snaps up and he blinks blearily at her. "Hey," she says with a yawn of her own. "It's morning." She gestures around them, taking in the empty office, the sunlight streaming through the windows, and the mess they've made of her desk. "We should probably get going if we want to make it to work on time."

"Leinsherr," she repeats, this time with more certainty as he still doesn't seem to quite register what she's saying. Her gaze drifts over his sleepy features, taking in the sight of him naked and rumpled beside her. She bites her bottom lip, feeling a familiar stirring deep within her at the thought of taking him again before work. Maybe they could...no, that would probably be too much. They'd both need to focus today. "Leinsherr," she says firmly, nudging his shoulder with her foot this time. "We really should get going." His eyes flutter open then, slowly focusing on her face. A sleepy smile spreads across his features as he takes in the sight of her standing there in her robe. "Good morning," he mumbles, stretching languidly before yawning widely and sitting up. "What time is it?" "Almost nine," she tells him. "We've got a bit of a rush to get to the office if we want to make it on time." She reaches down to offer him a hand up, her expression softening as their eyes meet. "Are you feeling okay?" He nods, accepting her help and standing easily once more. "Fine," he murmurs. "Just...tired." He glances around the office again, his gaze lingering on the mess they've made of her desk before focusing back on her face. "What about you? Are you...okay?" His voice is careful, hesitant. She smiles warmly, taking a step closer to him. "I am now," she says, meaning it with every fiber of her being. "But we should probably get dressed and head out." She glances down at his still-erect cock, the

She glances down at his still-erect cock, the sight making heat rise in her cheeks despite herself. It was foolish to hope they could leave things like this...and yet, she finds herself wanting nothing more than to take care of that problem right now. "Leinsherr?" she says softly, reaching out to touch him lightly through his boxers. His cock jumps at her touch and she bites her lip, feeling a shiver run down her spine. "I...I just want you," she whispers, eyes darting back up to meet his. "One more time." Her fingers curl around him through the soft fabric, squeezing gently as desire pools low in her belly. "Please?" His eyes flash, hungry and predatory, before narrowing with concentration. He licks his lips slowly, watching her intently. "One more time, hmm?" His voice is deep and rough, sending shivers down her spine. With a sigh, he pushes her gently backwards until she's sitting on the edge of the desk, spreading her legs wide to accommodate him. Then, with a feral grin, he steps forward, wrapping his hand around his erection and guiding it toward her opening. She gasps as he thrusts into her, his cock filling her completely and leaving no room for air between them. His hips rock back and forth in a primal rhythm that makes her head spin, each stroke burying him deeper inside her than the last. Her fingers dig into the desk behind her, steadying herself as he takes her hard and fast, their skin slapping together in time with his thrusts. She cries out, overwhelmed by pleasure so intense it borders on pain. With each stroke, he drives himself deeper into her

Her entire body tenses as she feels the familiar tightening begin deep inside her. She arches her back off the desk, meeting his thrusts with her own, needing to feel him as deeply and completely as possible. Her fingers curl into fists, nails digging into her palms as she writhes beneath him, feeling like she could explode at any moment. "Yes," she breathes out harshly, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure consumes her. "Like that...harder..." Her hips rock up to meet his, searching for more contact with his pelvis. Their bodies slapped together in a frenzied rhythm, skin slick with sweat and desire. She can feel him getting closer, too, the steady thrusts becoming faster and deeper as he nears his own release. She gasps as her orgasm crashes over her, tearing through every nerve ending in her body. Her muscles convulse uncontrollably, clenching tight around him as she comes undone beneath him. His name is a desperate cry on her lips as she arches her back off the desk one final time, shuddering with pleasure and finally finding release. Her vision clears just in time to see him tense above her, his features twisted into a grimace of concentration. With a hoarse growl, he thrusts deep into her one last time, and she feels the hot rush of his release pulsing inside her. Her arms go weak, her grip on the desk loosening as they both surrender to the moment. Leinsherr collapses on top of her, panting heavily. His weight is comforting, reassuring in a way she can't quite explain. They stay like this for long moments, catching their breath and allowing their bodies to relax