You work too hard, and all work and no play is very dull.
You are still working, hunched over your desk, it is 7 pm, and I have been needing your attention, craving your cock, all day.
I approach you from behind, slip my arms around your neck, and unbutton your work-rumpled shirt. My naked breasts push up against your back, my lips brushing lightly down your jawline towards your neck.
My hands are on your now bare chest, and I lightly graze my fingers across your warm skin and tease your nipples, my mouth still on your neck, gently kissing it and nipping it.
"Put the pen down and look away from your laptop, Mr. Grey. I need your full attention," I whisper as my hand travels down to the button and zipper of your trousers.
With a rueful grin and a sigh of exasperation, you comply, and I rotate you in your very stylish office chair around to face me.
I very quickly have your trousers and boxers down around your ankles, and I straddle you, my arms wound around your neck; I am, of course, completely naked. Your arms encircle my waist, and you bury your head in my breasts, breathing in the heady scent of your favourite perfume. You kiss my breasts and run your fingers up my spine.
I place my hands on your face and pull it to mine, and we kiss, gentle kisses at first, then harder, more insistent, our tongues seeking each other, tasting and relishing the passion that has been building all day.
As always, just kissing you has made me very wet and excited, so I rock my hips, and my hot, swollen pussy lips are now sliding up and down your gorgeous, erect, very eager cock. I rub myself down the length of you, making you moan into my mouth; your hands grab my arse cheeks as our passionate kiss deepens further and becomes more intense. My breasts are crushed against your chest, gloriously erect and excited from the friction of rubbing in the light covering of hair, begging for your attention, wanting to be licked, sucked and nibbled on.