Setting the rules of the game

Amy is leaning against a stack of old filing cabinets, arms crossed, eyes dark with lust and something even more dangerous - pure mischief. The half-drunk coffee mug (now containing your second fresh load) sits on a shelf beside her.

The second the lock clicks, she grabs you by the tie and yanks you into a filthy kiss.

“I can’t believe how fucking turned on I am right now,” she breathes against your mouth. “You came in my coffee. Twice. And I drank every drop in front of everyone.”

Her hand slides down and squeezes your cock through your pants.

“I want to play a game, Jake,” she whispers, voice low and wicked. “A dirty, filthy, secret game. Just between us.”

She pulls back enough to look you in the eyes, lips brushing yours.

“Today we’re going to start leaving little gifts around the office… without anyone knowing. Your cum. My wetness. Whatever we can manage. In their drinks, on their desks, in their food. The riskier and more taboo, the better.”

Your cock throbs hard in her grip.

“You’re serious?”

“Very.” Amy’s eyes are gleaming. “We compete. Whoever gets away with the nastiest secret act without getting caught wins. And the loser has to do whatever the winner wants after shift.”

She kisses you again, slower and deeper, then pulls back with a devilish smile.

“Want to make our first move together?”