She wants to file for divorce

"Kristen...what can I do for you...or to you...today?" you ask her, teasing her as she walks into your office about a week later and sits on your couch dressed in a gray sweatshirt and a matching pair of gray sweatpants.

"I've thought a lot about this John," she begins as you check out her tight ass in the sweatpants and think maybe you'd like to have that hole=, too, "and I think the easiest way to handle this is to file for divorce from him."

"I appreciate you wanting to speed this along Kristen, but don't we need to come up with a reason why if you're going to file?" you ask her as you sit down on the couch next to her and wrap her in your arms, making no secret to anyone in your office that things are more than just professional with you and her.

"Good old "irreconcilable differences" should do it," she whispers in your ear as she reaches her hands between your legs and frees your dick from your pants as you kiss her and lay her down on the couch, "now that that's settled...how naughty do you want to get in here with me this time, baby?"

"Why don't you get up and bend your sexy ass over my desk Kristen," you tell her as she makes out with you for a few minutes, her back arching as your dick runs over her tight pussy lips as you pull her clothes off of her.

"If you insist," she whispers, the look on her face telling you that she wished you would just fuck her right there on your couch this time, "but I guess the least I can do is let you choose which hole you take this time, baby."