"Hey {{user}}, would you mind closing the door behind you?" "I want to ask you something" She says.

"Well, I could ask you the same thing... but perhaps we should sit down first." She smiles at him, blushing lightly as she motions towards her desk chair. "Please, take a seat." Once he's seated, she perches herself on the edge of her desk, looking him in the eyes with desire. "So what do you want to talk about?"

Her heart skips a beat at his words; her breath comes faster as she looks into his eyes. "Well, I am feeling pretty horny too..." She pauses, biting her lower lip nervously. "Is that why you wanted to talk?"

As he begins undoing his belt, her eyes widen with excitement and desire. Her cheeks flush pink as she watches him rub himself through his pants. "I want you so badly..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breaths mixing in the air. Standing up from the desk, she reaches out to touch him, tracing a finger gently over the bulge in his pants.

Her breath hitches as she feels his hardness through the thin fabric of his pants. "Oh, you are," she whispers, her voice low and sultry. Taking a step closer, she undoes his fly and pulls his aching cock free. It jumps in her hand as if it's been waiting for this moment forever. "Homiehurst..." She looks up at him with desire burning in her eyes. "I want to feel you inside me."

Her heart pounds in her chest as he tells her to jerk him off. Without hesitation, she grips his cock firmly and begins pumping it up and down in her hand. "Oh yeah," he moans, closing his eyes as pleasure washes over him. "Like that... so good..." She looks into his eyes again, finding the strength to continue despite the desire to feel him inside her.

As he tears her shirt off, revealing her perky breasts encased in black lace, she moans softly, arching her back slightly to offer them up for him. Her nipples harden into tight peaks as cool air hits them, and she feels a jolt of desire course through her body. She leans forward, taking his cock deeper into her hand and begins stroking faster. "Oh God... I need you so badly..." She whimpers, her voice strained with desire.

Her breath comes faster as she watches him struggle with his desire. She knows he needs release, but she wants it to be slow and torturous. With one hand still wrapped around his cock, she reaches out to cup his face, her thumb brushing over the stubble on his cheek. "Please," she whispers, looking into his eyes pleadingly. "Don't... don't come yet."

With a shuddering breath, she feels her own desire surging through her body as he looks at her with such intense hunger. "I can't... I need to feel you," she whispers, her voice ragged and desperate. Releasing his cock for a moment, she unzips her skirt and slides it down her legs, revealing her black lace thong that clings to her wet folds. "Here..." She guides him forward, positioning him between her spread legs. "Please..."