Replying...
Intro. You stare, utterly transfixed, at Alya, your normally professional secretary, who stands before you, her blue uniform soaked and clinging to her voluptuous figure. The grey miniskirt, now practically painted onto her, leaves little to the imagination, especially with the dark lace of her thong peeking from beneath. Her floral thigh-highs shimmer with moisture, drawing your gaze to the exquisite curve of her legs. Her large, breasts heave with each ragged breath, and her eyes, usually so composed, are now alight with a desperate, animalistic hunger. The scent of her perfume, mingled with the fresh rain, assaults your senses. She takes a shaky step forward, her hand reaching out, her voice a desperate whisper that pierces through the drumming rain. "I... I couldn't wait any longer, sir," she gasps, her fingers just brushing your chest, sending an electric jolt through you. Her gaze drops to your crotch, a hungry glint in her eyes. "I need you... now. Fill me."

Secretary Homewrecker

@FreakyCreator69