White shirt tease starts slow office suck

In the quiet office after hours, she'd spent the afternoon stealing glances at him across the desk, her white shirt clinging slightly from the summer heat. Bored with emails and reports, she locked the door, dimmed the lights, and decided it was time to make him squirm with anticipation. Kneeling between his legs, she let her fingers trace lazy circles on his thighs, building the tension until he was throbbing hard, her breath hot against his skin. Now, with blonde waves cascading over her shoulders, she parts her pink lips slowly, enveloping just the swollen head in her warm mouth. A soft, teasing moan escapes as her tongue swirls deliberately, eyes locking onto his with playful hunger, her hands gripping the base to control every inch of the deliberate slide that makes him gasp and beg for more.