You tell Samantha that you'll go along with her request

"I just can't say no to you!" you say to Samantha as you take her hand and put the finger that she was playing with herself with into your mouth and suck her juices.

"In that case... can I have promotion, boss?" Samantha says laughing as you continue to suck on her slender finger. "I think Samantha Palmer, Senior Social Media Manager of Google would look great on a business card."

"Don't push your luck, Ms. Palmer!"

You grab Samantha, pulling her against your body. Your cock stiffens as you press your lips together and your tongues kiss. You feel Samantha freeing your cock from your pants. Her hands are warm and soft, but she grips you firmly.

"Fuck me, Mr. Madison. Fuck your Social Media Manager right on your desk!" She steps backward, pulling you with her by your now hard cock.

She hops up onto your desk and you kiss her again, pressing your bodies together. You are both fully clothed other than your hard cock pressing against her panty-less pussy. You slide easily into her warm, wet hole as you continue to make out.

"Yes, John, yes!" Samantha moans. Her legs are wrapped around you as you thrust in and out of her.

Samantha cums easily. She's already thinking of what her husband will look like with his mouth stretched around your cock. Shortly after she orgasms, you empty your balls deep inside of her pussy.

Samantha tastes your cum as it drips out. Your cum tastes much sweeter than Jimmy. He's lucky she's willing to share some with you, she thinks, as she cleans herself up.

"Come over for dinner tomorrow evening," Samantha says before she leaves your office.