Take it, champ!

Every thought is rejected, every avenue discarded. You’re stuck doing your work, you’re stuck at this desk, with those soft lips tormenting you.

And really, why would you want to get out anyways? This is somehow better than any sex you’ve ever had. Her lips pull moans out of you with reckless abandon, your hips thrust with each stroke of her hands, and all you have to do is not cum to let it continue. Just finish your work, keep it in until then, and you’ll be ju-

That moan was much louder, and she’s loving it. Her second hand moves away from your balls, and you can hear her begin playing with herself, clearly soaking wet at how weak and needy she’s already made you. She moans loudly at her own work, but you can tell it isn’t an opportunity but a show. Your cock jumps with her moan, and you have a bad feeling you’re not even going to get close to finishing your work.

That’s when she does it. Her moan muffles as she takes your entire cock in one deep swallow.

You can’t stop it. You can’t stop yourself. With this stunning woman pushing herself as deep as possible on your cock, you explode, cumming deep down her throat with a massive groan.

She moans again, bobbing up and down on your cock a few times to properly finish you off before backing off. You can’t see much of her beneath the desk, but her small smirk makes you twitch again, despite being spent.

“Boy, you didn’t even last until lunch! You’re most certainly not fit to be the boss around here. Clean yourself up and get out of the office.” Her mocking smile teases you as she fades before your eyes under the desk, some sort of recollection by the system.

“You know, if you’d managed to reach dinner time before failing I would’ve let you have quite an incredible month. Too bad your such a quick shot, boy.” And like that she’s gone, and the weight of your failure falls on your shoulders.