As the elevator climbs, their hearts race. She's nervous but excited, clutching her skirt tightly around her thighs. He's in control, his eyes locked onto hers, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. The doors open, revealing their private space. With a Fleetwood Mac track playing softly, they lose themselves in each other. His fingers trace her slender figure before undoing her blouse, revealing lacy black lingerie that hugs her body like a second skin. He groans as he draws near, pressing his hardness against her softness, yearning for more. She whimpers, arching her back invitingly, as he whispers dirty promises against her neck. And then, with one swift move, he lifts her onto his desk, and she mounts him, riding him like a goddess claiming her throne. The passion between them ignites as they begin to move together in a rhythmic dance that speaks of ancient desires and primal instincts.
