Abbie sits up on the glass as Jake fucks her

Jake looked around quickly, his eyes landing on two cases of printer paper stacked in the corner. "Hold on," he said, his voice husky with desire. "I've got an idea."

Abbie watched with amused interest as Jake, still hard and exposed, hurried to grab the paper boxes. "Setting up a platform?" she asked, leaning back on the copier. Her fingers drifted between her legs, picking up where he'd left off.

"Improvisation is key in any emergency situation," Jake replied with a wink, arranging the boxes in front of the copier. He glanced up to see Abbie touching herself, her other hand lazily playing with her exposed breast. "Don't finish without me."

"Wouldn't dream of it," she said, biting her lower lip as she watched him work. Her eyes lingered appreciatively on his cock, still glistening with her wetness.

Jake glanced over his shoulder, his movements faltering as he watched her touch herself. "You're not making this easy," he groaned, his cock twitching visibly.

"Just keeping myself ready for you," Abbie purred, biting her lower lip as she slid two fingers inside herself. "Besides, I'm enjoying the view." Her eyes traveled appreciatively over his form, lingering on his impressive erection jutting proudly from his open pants.

Jake stacked two boxes of paper in front of the copier, creating a makeshift platform. "Office supply engineering at its finest," he declared, testing the stability with his foot.

Abbie watched him work, her fingers still moving lazily between her legs. There was something incredibly arousing about Jake's determination -- the way he focused on solving this logistical challenge with the same intensity he'd applied to pleasuring her. Her eyes traveled down his body, lingering on his cock, still impressively hard and glistening slightly from their previous activities.

"See something you like?" Jake asked, catching her stare as he positioned the second box.

Abbie bit her lip and nodded. "Very much so. I appreciate a man with a strong work ethic."

Jake returned to her and stepped up onto his makeshift platform, now standing at the perfect height. Abbie looked up at him, her legs dangling off the edge of the copier, her skirt bunched around her waist and her blouse hanging open. She continued to slide her fingers in and out of herself, her eyes never leaving his.

"And I like a woman who takes initiative," Jake replied, watching her fingers work. He stepped closer, now looming over her, his cock level with her entrance. "But I think I should take over from here."

Abbie bit her lip and withdrew her glistening fingers, gripping the edge of the machine instead. "Yes, please do." Her fingers clutched at the edges of the copier, accidentally hitting the copy button again. The machine hummed beneath her, capturing the image of her ass pressed against the glass.

Jake positioned himself between her spread thighs, his hands replacing hers. "You look amazing like this," he murmured, taking in her disheveled appearance -- blouse hanging open, skirt bunched around her waist, hair falling in loose waves around her flushed face.

"Like what?" Abbie asked, gripping the edges of the copier as he aligned himself with her entrance.

"Half-dressed," Jake replied, pushing forward slowly. "Like we couldn't even wait to get your clothes off properly."

Abbie gasped as he filled her again, her back arching against the cool surface of the copier. "We couldn't," she reminded him, her voice catching as he began to move. She watched in rapt attention as Jake took one of her legs, lifting it over his shoulder. The position opened her up completely to him, allowing him to slide even deeper. Her fingers shifted, but remained along the edges of the copier, inadvertently hitting the copy button again. The machine whirred beneath her, capturing whatever parts of her were pressed against the glass. Another paper emerged, this one capturing a blurred image of her backside and, just visible at the edge, the base of Jake's cock as it disappeared inside her.

Jake noticed the image and smiled, his pace never faltering. "More evidence of our thorough troubleshooting," he said, his voice strained with effort and pleasure. He took her foot in his hands, pressing a kiss to her arch that made her toes curl. "You feel incredible," he murmured, leaning forward to press his lips against her leg. The shift in position drove him deeper, making Abbie gasp and clutch at the edges of the copier.

"So do you," she breathed, her body rocking with each thrust. Her fingers slipped again, pressing the copy button. The machine hummed beneath her, capturing another moment of their coupling -- this time a clearer image of Jake's shaft partially visible as it disappeared inside her.

Abbie watched him through half-lidded eyes, mesmerized by the sight of Jake worshipping her body even as he filled her repeatedly. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her core, building toward something that threatened to overwhelm her completely.

"Jake," she whispered, her voice catching as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "I'm getting close."

"Good," he replied, his pace increasing slightly. "So am I."