Walking to the conference room after a long hard day, I see you cleaning up after your presentation. It's been a week since I caught you in your office, rubbing your wet pussy, a week since I fucked you. We've had sex since, and it has been amazing, but, after seeing you today, I've been walking with a hard-on.
Round the office, you're still known as "The Ice Queen," but I know you can be melted. And I know how wet you can get. Everyone else has gone home and I walk up behind you.
"Mrs. Brown, what are your plans?" Coming up behind you as you continue to clean, I slowly drag your skirt up your legs.
"Sir, my husband will be here soon. We can't," you say, slapping my hands away and pulling your skirt back down.
Ignoring you, I kiss your neck from behind; you start to relax, and that's distracted you long enough to get your skirt back up.
"Your husband?" I ask. "The one who hasn't touched you in months?"
Reaching down I slip my hand into your panties. You sigh as I start to rub your clit. You're already soaking and when I pull your panties down your long legs you offer no resistance. "The pathetic loser who can't make you cum?" I continue to finger-fuck your tight cunt.