Jake fucks Abbie as she bends over the copy machine

The sound of Jake's zipper sliding down seemed impossibly loud in the quiet copy room. Abbie stayed bent over the machine, idly tracing her fingers over her own breasts as they pressed against the glass. Curious, she pressed the copy button again, watching as the machine captured the image of her fingers kneading her flesh.

"Making more souvenirs?" Jake asked, his pants now open, his hard length freed from its confines.

"Just keeping myself entertained while you work," Abbie replied with a playful smile over her shoulder. She caught a quick glimpse of Jake pulling his cock from his boxers, and sighed contentedly, imagining the new levels of pleasure he had in store for her. She shifted, pressing one breast firmly against the glass and hitting the button again.

Jake's hands returned to her hips, his thumbs tracing the curve where her ass met her thighs. She felt something hot and hard slide against her wetness from behind.

"Ohhh," she breathed, pushing back against him instinctively.

"Is this okay?" Jake asked, his voice strained with restraint as he rubbed himself against her.

"Yes," Abbie answered immediately, her body already responding to his touch. "Please, yes." She arched her back, inviting him to move closer.

Jake's hands tightened on her hips, lifting her slightly. "Can you get your knee up on the glass?" he suggested, guiding her left leg. "It might give us a better ... angle."

Abbie shifted, maneuvering her left knee onto the cool surface of the copier. Her shoe slipped off in the process, falling to the floor with a soft thud. The new position left her perfectly positioned for Jake, her body open and waiting.

"Perfect," Jake murmured, positioning himself behind her. He ran his cock along her wetness once more, teasing her entrance. "Ready?"

"Yes," Abbie gasped, her fingers splayed on the glass for support. "I'm ready."

Jake pushed forward slowly, entering her with careful restraint. Abbie's body accepted him inch by inch, a low moan escaping her lips as he filled her completely.

"God, Abbie," Jake breathed against her neck, his body pressed flush against hers. "You feel amazing."

Abbie could only nod in response, overwhelmed by the sensation of him inside her. When Jake began to move, she instinctively rocked back to meet his thrusts. Her fingers accidentally brushed against the copy button as she adjusted her grip, sending the machine humming beneath her. The vibrations traveled through her sensitive breasts, adding another layer to the pleasure building inside her.

"Oops," she gasped, though the mischievous smile on her face suggested it was anything but an accident.

Jake chuckled, his pace never faltering. "More documentation for our troubleshooting report?"

"Exactly," Abbie agreed, deliberately pressing the button again as Jake thrust particularly deep. The copy that emerged showed a blurred image of her breast compressed against the glass, distorted by motion.

Jake's rhythm became more insistent, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he drove into her from behind. With each thrust, Abbie's body rocked forward, her breasts dragging across the glass surface. She found herself pressed against the control panel, accidentally triggering another copy.

"We're going to use up all the paper," Jake murmured against her ear, nipping gently at her lobe.

"Worth it," Abbie gasped, her voice breaking as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. "Oh god, right there."

Jake adjusted his angle, making sure to hit that same spot with each thrust. Abbie's fingers clutched desperately at the edges of the machine, her knee sliding slightly on the glass as perspiration made her skin slick. The copier continued to hum beneath them, capturing random, blurred images of their coupling—a breast here, a hand there, sometimes just empty glass as they shifted positions.

"I want to see your face," Jake said suddenly, his movements slowing. "Can you turn around?"

Abbie nodded eagerly, allowing him to withdraw so she could maneuver herself. With his help, she turned to face him, perching on the edge of the copier. Her remaining shoe fell off in the process, leaving her completely bare from the waist down, her skirt still bunched around her waist and her blouse hanging open.