Scene Description:
Bridgette's pulse raced when the filthy office rumor hit her ears her ripped co-worker was bailing for good. She strutted straight to his cube, already wet at the thought of him, and cornered him until he admitted he'd dropped his resignation letter that morning. "This soul-crushing desk shit bores me stupid," he muttered, eyes hungry. "I need to live a little, get my blood pumping." Bridgette's mind went straight to the gutter: she'd been dying to ride his thick cock for months, and right here, right now, a nasty, no-holds-barred office fuck would give him exactly the filthy thrill he craved.
