End of the Workday
She stayed late after all were gone

The locked door withdrawn

Into her work station

With such dedication

She led him down the hall

An empty room they call

The door shut tight

This lock is no plight

Up on the desk she sits

Legs spread wide for the hit

The embrace is sensual and passionate

The kisses wet, moist, and resonate

His hand slides up her dress

Slippery, wet and wanting to press

The fingers open her as she releases a moan

Her sticky wetness, is to him known

Locked together in he sweeps her up

Her feet held in his hands as if they were stirrups

He spreads her wide

His tongue does slide

Tickling, licking, and flicking

Her juices he sucks in without pricking

The body twitches with delight

But this is just the beginning of the night.

On the desk he holds tight her hips

His pants down with an exposed erection

He thrusts it into her without direction

Her hips rise from the desk

As if performing in a burlesque

She pushes into him with each thrust

Knowing him she could put her trust

Rockin all over the office desk together

Sweating from the intensity and not the weather

With a loud burst and moan

He shot his load to the tone

On command she came again

As if she just began

He twitches deep inside of her

As her spray does occur

Together the grip they release

And sit back relaxed and at peace.

What a way to end the workday

On the desk at the office we did play.