"Me."

Her eyes flutter open, frozen. You take the final step towards her, pressing yourself into her as your unoccupied hand snakes under her shoulder and around her back, until it rests on the peak of her rear. Your other continues to hold her hand, where your thumb gently caresses the back of her palm.

Her breath comes in short gasps, and she looks up to meet your gaze. Her plump, sensual lips are only inches from yours. Her eyes glisten in the harsh overhead light, taking on a surreal quality in the otherwise normal day.

"You?" she whispers.

And you lean down into her, pressing your lips against hers. At your connection, a low moan escapes her. Her lips are velvet, soft. Caressing you. Her tongue sneaks outward to find yours, eagerly teasing your lips until they part and allow her entrance.

Your kiss lingers, your lips interlocked, as your hands explore her. Your offhand releases her, drifting back up her arm and across her chest until it takes her breast in hand. You gently knead it through her bra. Your other hand explores down the back of her pencil skirt, finding the warm lushness of her ass.

"Lev," she says into you.

"Maria," you whisper back.

You feel her desire growing. You check the door, and you smile when you find she already locked it. Without another thought, your hands grab her by the waist and spin her around, forcefully planting her rear against your cock once more and holding her there. Your lips sink to her neck, where you tease your tongue up and down. Her moans grow louder.

"Quiet, or they'll hear."

She nods, quickly grabbing her small notebook from beside her laptop and planting it between her teeth, stilling the sounds emanating from her.

"Good girl."

Your hands finally leave her waist. They walk upwards, finding the hem of her skirt, and then the blouse tucked in beneath. You pull it loose, creating an opening for your hands to do their work. One hand slides upwards towards her breast. The other slides downwards towards her cunt - both press against her hot skin. Your hand skips her bra, immediately dipping beneath the soft fabric and taking her supple tit - bigger than Karina's or Nadia's, you think with satisfaction - in hand. Her nipple is hard, so you gently tease it between your fingers. A moan rumbles through her clenched teeth, the notebook swaying in the air as her neck rolls. Your other hand explores below, bulging against her pelvis from beneath her tight skirt until it makes its way to the magma-like spot between her legs. Her panties are soaked, and the skin of her thighs is clammy with sex. You were right - she needs this.

Your hand snakes into her panties to find a smoothly shaven pussy, eager for your touch. Her aching sex nearly sucks you in, as one, then two fingers sink into her.

Her body spasms at the attention you lather her with. Within her skirt, your finger draws circles against her insides, teasing that hidden spot that you know will drive her wild - and it does. Her hands claw at your legs behind her, and she grinds her ass against your cock. Your breast-filled hand squeezes her nipple just a little harder, and your other hand slides out of her pussy to tease her clit. All the while, your tongue slides along her neck, caressing her jaw and teasing her ear. The smell of strawberries fills your nose as you pull back her hair.

Her chest rises and falls in heavy waves, each one coming more quickly than the last. To your surprise, her hands slide up your thighs, forcing themselves between you and her. One hand caresses your cock through your pants, while the other grabs the small zipper of her skirt. In one swift movement, she yanks the zipper down, shortly followed by her skirt. Your hands slide free of her, and she looks back at you with a fervent expression.

Her eyes are misty and pleading.

You step away from her, her legs visibly shaking as she aches for you, and take the sight of her in. Her skirt lays on the floor beside the desk. A tight red thong is the only thing hiding her pussy, and even then it does it poorly. Juices flow down her leg. Her plump ass pokes into the air. You already knew it, but she's one sexy woman.

"Take it off," you order.

Without a word, her hands find the band of her thong and slide it down. The fabric draws indentations against her thighs as she lowers it. A slight bend of her waist reveals what lay beneath - her sopping, quivering pussy.

"Bend over the desk."

She moves past you, her body shaking, as she takes her position beside you. You move behind her, sliding your hands across her rear. She coos. You snake a finger between her legs and back inside her. Her thighs tighten, but you can tell she is trying to remain still.

"Good girl."

Slowly, you undo your belt and unbutton your pants. You slide them down, followed by your underwear. She turns to look at you, seeing your cock in hand.

"Lev, it's huge!" she exclaims.

You step forward, lining your head up with her soaking entrance. Without waiting, you push inside. The copious fluids are more than enough to lubricate you.

"Really huge," she whimpers, her head sinking down against her arms on the desk.

Your length slides further into her, entrapped by her tightness. And she is tight. For a moment, you worry you may have taken her virginity, but you set the thought aside as irrelevant and continue your work.

Gently at first, you tease your cock back out of her eager pussy. Then back in. The poor girl can barely stand it, and you feel her shake and wither beneath your grasp. One hand snakes back under her blouse to grab her breast, while the other returns to her ass. Her fluids coat everything - your cock, her thighs, her mound.

You increase the tempo and **** until you're ramming yourself in and out of Maria. She freezes, only able to receive what you're giving her. Her tight pussy constricts and plies itself around your cock, sucking and pulling against you. The machinations grow more fervent, and you feel that both of you have only moments left.

Like a volcano, the pressure builds within Maria. She tightens around you, even more so if that is somehow possible, to the point that it is almost painful. She almost screams into her bit notebook. Your own desire is rising, trailing behind hers. Her hips roll against you, and the sound and smell of sex fill the small office, intertwined with the scent of strawberries.

She erupts. Her hands reach behind her to pull you in, holding you there within her, as a torrent overflows from between her legs. Her juices shoot outwards, coating your pants and the floor beneath you in her liquids. The sight of her squirting all over you is too much for you to bear, and you feel your own orgasm erupt. Your rod quivers within her, shooting out too much cum. Her womb fills, then it shoots out from within her pussy and splatters against her clenched thighs and your balls. One last, horrifyingly long quiver, and she falls apart against the table with a moan. You slide out of her, leaving her nearly crippled and her womb full of your cum.

"Maria," you say. You're almost done.

With a distant gaze, the woman turns to face you in her post-orgasmic bliss. You point down at your cock, still semi-hard and coated in her juices and cum.

With a nod, she sinks to her knees and takes you in hand. She pulls you to her plump lips, before taking you inside. She slowly cleans every fluid from you except for her own spit, before sliding her tongue to the base of your shaft and onto your balls. She cleans those too. The entire time, she remains silent. Just as she finishes, your cock reignites and hardens once more. An alarming look covers her face, but you grab her hand.

"Don't worry, it can wait."

You lift her to her feet, where she sways unsteadily. Her own body is still coated in cum and sex.

"Maria, you need to clean up. Maria?"

"Sorry," she sighs. "That was the best feeling I have ever had... I feel so... wonderful. Thank you, Lev. You were right - all I needed was you." She leans back against the desk, her plump ass busting over the wooden edge. A yawn takes her.

"Whenever you want me again, I'm here."

"Mean it?" she asks. Her question is casual, but the look in her eyes is borderline fanatical. You wonder if you made the right choice after all, but it is too late.

"Of course. I care about you, Maria. Whatever you need."

She smiles, before taking a deep breath and blinking her eyes clear. "Alright, let's get dressed. We can pillow talk later."

You spend a few minutes helping her clean up and getting back into her skirt. The sight of her squeezing into it is tantalizing, almost enough to trigger you to action once more, but you fight the feeling.

Her skirt has a few stains on it but otherwise appears clean and your pants, despite being coated in her orgasm, appear to be none the worse for wear. As you finish and begin to leave the room, she grabs your hand and pulls you back to her.

"Thanks again, Lev. I feel like a weight has been lifted off of me."

She leans into you for a kiss, and you don't fight it. The feeling of her velvet lips against yours is tantalizing, and you know that you'll be doing this again. And it won't be as part of some plan.