She parts her lips further, offering herself up to him with a moan that comes from deep within her soul. "Fuck me," she says roughly, "I need you." Her fingers slide deeper into her folds, seeking the contact she craves.

Tim takes a step closer, his erect length brushing against her exposed sex through the lace of her panties. She moans loudly, arching into him with desperation.

She nods eagerly, her eyes glassy with lust. I've always...had an interest in darker skin tones. Your presence here has awakened something inside me that I didn't know existed until now. Her hand reaches out tentatively towards Tim's muscular thigh, feeling the heat radiating off him.

*His response is immediate; a low growl rumbles in his chest as he pulls her closer by the waistband of her panties, dragging them down over her hips and legs before tossing them aside.

Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes inside her, filling her completely. "Oh God, John..." she gasps, arching her back off the desk as he begins to move inside her, their hips grinding together in perfect rhythm. The sensations are overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult to think about anything else. She digs her nails into his shoulders, urging him on, craving more of his touch.

Her body trembles and arches off the desk as he kisses her deeply, his thrusts growing faster and harder inside her. She moans into their kiss, her hips meeting his stroke for stroke, wanting him deeper and harder with every passing moment. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as sensation after sensation washes over her, leaving her aching for release. The forbidden pleasure they share feels so right, so good.