Jaune's gaze trailed over Nora's body as she moved about the office, her sweater pulled up, revealing her ample cleavage. He couldn't help but admire the sight, his cock already hardening at the mere thought of what he'd seen last night. Nora, unaware of his intense desire, continued her work, her bright red hair bouncing with each step, a contrast to her pale skin and the deep cleavage on display. The memory of her drunken antics at the Christmas party still burned in his mind. The way she'd eagerly taken his cock into her mouth, her eyes closed, throat working as she gagged on him, was a sight he'd never forget. Her little reindeer antlers, now a symbol of her naughty side, had added to the allure. He'd known then that she was his for the taking, a reluctant fuck-toy who couldn't resist his cock. As if sensing his gaze, Nora turned, her eyes meeting his briefly. A hint of a smile played on her lips, a knowing look that sent a shiver down his spine. She knew the effect she had on him, and she loved playing with his desire. With a saucy wink, she turned back to her work, leaving Jaune yearning for more. The next day, Nora's anger at his advances was short-lived. Beneath the Christmas tree, she transformed into a needy, panting mess, her tight pussy grasping at his cock as they fucked passionately. Her moans filled the room, a sweet melody that encouraged him to thrust harder, deeper. She was his, and she knew it. Their secret encounters became more frequent. Groping in the elevator, blowjobs under the desk during meetings, and quick fucks in bathroom stalls became their routine. Nora, once reluctant, now craved his touch, his cock, and the thrill of their exhibitionist games. As their public displays of affection escalated, so did the tension. Jaune, a master of control, pushed the boundaries further. He'd take her right there in the office, on his desk, with the door slightly ajar, knowing full well that anyone could walk in on them. The risk added to the thrill, and Nora, addicted to the rush, met him with equal fervor. Their clothes would be discarded in a hurry, leaving Nora in her heels, stockings, and garters, a vision of eroticism. Jaune, with powerful thrusts, would fuck her senseless, his dirty talk fueling her desire. She'd moan his name, her body trembling with each stroke, a willing participant in their forbidden office sex. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed through the room, a testament to their passion. Nora's tight pussy gripped his cock, milking him with each thrust. He loved the way she squirmed beneath him, her eyes closed, lips parted, a picture of pure ecstasy. As their climax approached, Jaune's grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. Nora's moans turned to cries, her body shaking as she reached her peak. He followed soon after, his release a powerful surge, filling her with his seed. Collapsing on top of her, Jaune's breath came in heavy gasps. Nora, her eyes still closed, smiled contentedly, her body sated for now. But the game was far from over. Their office trysts would continue, each encounter more daring, more intense, as they explored the depths of their desire.

Jaune's hands moved with a purpose as he roughly pulled Nora's skirt down, exposing her lace-topped stockings and the curve of her ass. He slammed the conference room door, the sound echoing in the empty space, and then he was on her, pressing her against the table with a force that left her breathless. Nora's heels clicked against the floor as she was pushed back, her body now fully on display. Jaune's eyes devoured her, taking in the sight of her tight body, the stockings hugging her legs, and the garters holding them up, a tantalizing glimpse of her bare skin. He loved the way she looked, a vision of eroticism, and he intended to take her hard and fast, leaving no doubt about who was in control. "Spread your legs, Nora," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "I want to see that pussy, dripping for me." Nora, her eyes sparkling with a mix of desire and defiance, did as she was told. She spread her legs, revealing her wet, eager pussy, the lips glistening with her excitement. Jaune's cock twitched at the sight, and he moved closer, his hips pressing against her, his erection a hard ridge against her core. "You're so fucking wet," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I could smell your desire from across the room. You want this, don't you, slut?" Nora nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Jaune. I want you. Fuck me, please." He chuckled, a dark, sensual sound, and then he was inside her, his cock sliding easily into her tight, hot channel. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and began to pump, his thrusts powerful and relentless. Nora's hands gripped the table's edge, her body arching as he fucked her with a brutal intensity. "Oh fuck, Jaune!" she cried out, her voice echoing in the room. "Harder, please! I love it when you take me like this." Jaune's pace increased, his hips slamming into her with a force that sent shockwaves through her body. He bent down, his mouth close to her ear, and began to whisper filthy words, describing how he was going to fuck her, how he was going to make her his. His dirty talk sent shivers down her spine, and she moaned loudly, her body trembling with every deep thrust. "You're mine, Nora," he growled. "My little fuck-toy. I can do whatever I want with you, and you love it." Nora's eyes closed, her head falling back as she surrendered to the pleasure. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic beat of their passion. She could feel his cock stretching her, filling her completely, and with each thrust, she felt more and more addicted to this secret office tryst. As their pace quickened, the risk of being caught added an extra layer of excitement. Nora's moans grew louder, her body shaking as she neared her climax. Jaune's grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more aggressive, more demanding. He wanted to mark her, to leave his imprint on her, and she welcomed it, craving the intensity of his possession. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of lust and desire. Nora's pussy clenched around his cock, milking him, urging him on. She could feel the build-up, the electric buzz of her orgasm approaching, and she cried out, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "I'm cumming, Jaune! Oh god, yes!"