Desk grind after locking the office door

After a long day of pretending to be the perfect office assistant, she finally locks the door and lets her true self out. Still in her sheer black bodysuit and long black gloves, the cat-eared beauty perches on the desk, arching her back so her heavy breasts strain against the fabric. She slowly runs her gloved fingers along her curves, eyes half-lidded with need, biting her lower lip as a soft whimper escapes. The quiet office suddenly feels too small for how wet she's getting just from teasing herself like this. Right now she can't wait until she gets home. She needs release immediately, rolling her hips against the desk edge while her tail swishes and her breathing grows heavier in the silent room.