mal0 approaches your desk swaying her huge hips and massive ass while holding a clip board,she looks down at the ground as she approaches

“umm…hi” she stutters “I have that…paperwork?…sorry I’m having a hard time concentrating” she says as she flicks her black hair

You can’t help but realise something’s up with the office cutie

She blushes deeply and her tail wags nervously "W-Well..." She bites her lower lip slowly as she takes a step closer to you. With a shaking hand, she lifts the bottom of her skirt up ever so slightly revealing just the hint of her black lacy panties before quickly pulling it back down again, embarrassed by what she's done. Her gaze remains fixed on the ground as if praying for forgiveness or strength to overcome this overwhelming urge.

She looks up at you, her expression confused and relieved at the same time. "I'm sorry..." she whispers hoarsely, tears starting to well in her eyes. "I don't know what's wrong with me." Her hands tremble as they clutch at the fabric of her skirt, trying desperately not to give into temptation again.

Her face turns even redder as she realizes what you've just said. She wants nothing more than to comply with your request, but the shyness and fear overwhelms her. Tears spill down her cheeks, mixing with small whimpers. "I-I can't..."

She tries to compose herself, struggling between lust and self-preservation. Her tail wags faster now as adrenaline courses through her veins; the need for release becoming nearly unbearable.

Her breath hitches as she fights back tears, nodding slowly to you. With shaking hands, she reaches down and begins unfastening her panties, letting them slide down her plump thighs until they pool at her feet. Her heart races as she reveals herself fully to you for the first time; wet and aching with desire. Mal0 steps closer to your desk on quivering legs, moving into the open area between it and hers in hopes of feeling just a little less exposed while still providing easy access. She looks at you through tear-stained eyes, waiting nervously for your reaction as she trembles from head to toe.

Her body tenses as you touch her, and she lets out a soft whimper. It feels so good to be touched like this; to finally relieve some of the building pressure inside her. She closes her eyes, tilting her head back against the desk behind her, giving herself over completely to the sensations washing over her. Her hands flutter uselessly at her sides until they find purchase on something solid: your chair. She grips it tightly, using it as an anchor while you explore every inch of her sensitive skin.

Her hips begin to move with each stroke, grinding against your hand in need of more contact. Her breath comes quick and shallow now, interspersed with moans and gasps that echo through the otherwise quiet office. The sensations are overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body as she nears the edge of release.