It began innocently enough. I was assigned to work on a complex case with my co-worker, Alexander. We spent countless hours poring over documents, the tension in the air thickening with each passing day. Our late-night efforts often spilled over into the twilight hours, and one particular evening, after a long day, we decided to unwind in my office.
The dim lighting cast a warm glow on our faces as we stood face to face, the thick air charged with unspoken desires. Alexander’s hand gently traced the curve of my waist, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel his breath, hot and enticing, as he whispered, “Ebony, I’ve been yearning for this.”
I reached out, my fingers gliding over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my touch. We both knew what we wanted. We decided to indulge in the forbidden pleasure of mutual masturbation, a risk we were willing to take.
The room grew hotter as we slowly undressed each other, savoring every inch of bare skin revealed. My fingers danced over his body, eliciting soft groans from his throat. He responded in kind, his skilled hands exploring my curves, drawing out my moans.
We settled into our rhythm, our movements synchronized, a dance of desire. The sound of our mutual masturbation filled the room, a symphony of pleasure. Each stroke brought us closer to the edge, our breaths mingling in a frenzy of passion.
“You make me feel so good, Ebony,” Alexander murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. The words stoked the flames of my lust, and I came undone, my body convulsing with ecstasy. He followed soon after, his release an echo of my own.
As we lay there, breathing heavily, the weight of satisfaction heavy in our limbs, I couldn’t help but smile. This was our secret, a thrilling indulgence amidst the rigid constraints of the law firm. It was a moment that would forever be etched in my memory, a tale of mutual masturbation and the pleasure we dared to share.
Ebony Rivers
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