Samantha can’t control herself

Just then, as Susan asked the question, her expression stern and demanding, Samantha let out a moan. It was a small thing, not enough to draw too much attention elsewhere, but Susan definitely noticed it.

“What has gotten into you!?” She snapped as she stood up from her office chair. She looked so sexy in that tight skirt of hers. Samantha was panting uncontrollably, unable to even attempt to give an answer.

“Well? Say something!” Susan demanded, crossing her arms.

“I…” Samantha gasped, “I… want… to be fucked…” She moaned louder than before as she leaned over on the desk. “I want you to fuck me… mistress.”

Susan scoffed, “Honestly, this is entirely inappropriate. There is no way I’m having sex with you, especially not in the state you’re in, and especially not in my office!”

She walked out from behind her desk, and began moving to the door. “Wait…” Samantha gasped as she walked past. The heated woman grabbed onto Susan’s arm and pulled her towards her, not expecting the sudden ****, Susan stumbled towards Samantha.

Samantha caught Susan by her arms as she stumbled, and with their faces meee inches apart, she took the opportunity to kiss Susan on the lips.

Susan was shocked for a moment, but the she pushed herself away from Samantha. “Ugh, why would you do that?! You…” She suddenly seemed short of breath. “You… I… you’re… very beautiful… Samantha.”