anna and bob

Story Script:

NARRATOR: The last presentation slide faded to black, leaving only the hum of the projector. Anna didn't move from where she'd been standing next to Bob, her hip pressing into his shoulder.
ANNA: God, Bob, I've been dripping for you all through this bloody meeting.
NARRATOR: She leaned in, her blouse brushing his cheek, her scent flooding his senses.
BOB: Fuck, Anna... your perfume's driving me insane.
ANNA: It's not the perfume. It's my pussy. Can you smell how wet I am for you?
NARRATOR: Her hand found his, guiding it under her skirt, pressing his fingers against the soaked lace of her knickers. A collective, sharp intake of breath came from their colleagues, but neither cared.
BOB: Jesus Christ.
ANNA: I need your mouth on me. Right here. Right now.
NARRATOR: With a desperate groan, Bob lifted her onto the conference table, burying his face between her thighs, licking and sucking her throbbing clit as the whole office watched, frozen.
ANNA: Yes! Suck my clit! Don't stop!
NARRATOR: He fumbled with his belt, his hard cock springing free.
BOB: I need to be inside you.
NARRATOR: He thrust into her wet, welcoming cunt, pounding her on the table as their coworkers looked on, the room filled with the wet, slapping sounds of their fucking.
ANNA: Fuck me! I'm coming!