Bent Over His Desk — And Later, Reliving It on Xvideos
We always kept it professional—until the night he locked the office door behind us. What started as an overdue file turned into an overdue fantasy I now relive on Xvideos… every time I crave his voice again.
The Office After Hours
I stayed late finishing a proposal. He stayed later, pacing in his glass-walled office. Everyone else was gone. The silence was thick, electric.
He called me in—Mr. Jameson, my boss, always calm, always collected. But tonight, he didn’t speak like a manager. He spoke like a man on edge.
“Why do you tease me?” he said, eyes trailing down my blouse. “You come in here wearing skirts that beg to be lifted.”
My heart slammed. “I… I didn’t mean—”
“Don’t lie.”
He stood. Locked the door behind me. And before I could answer, his lips were on mine—hot, aggressive, hungry.
He Used His Desk for More Than Paperwork
He didn’t ask permission. He gave commands. I dropped to my knees. Unzipped him. Tasted him. Obeyed like I’d been waiting for it all year.
“Good girl,” he whispered, grabbing my hair as I moaned around him.
Then he bent me over the desk—papers scattering like confetti—as he yanked my panties down and filled me from behind. Deep. Relentless. Raw.
“You’ll still submit that report,” he growled, slapping my ass. “But first… come for me.”
I did. Loud. Shaking. Right there on the quarterly budget spreadsheet.
I Found Our Fantasy Again on Xvideos
I told myself it was a mistake. That it wouldn’t happen again. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
So I searched:
“Office boss fucks employee on desk”
And there it was. The exact fantasy—on Xvideos.
The glass office. The tight skirt. The power dynamic. The way she submitted, breathless, her moans echoing through the empty building.
I touched myself as I watched it. My thighs clenched. My fingers moved faster with every command he gave her. And when she came, face buried in a stack of folders—I came, too.
Harder than I had since the real thing.
Xvideos — My Favorite “Workplace” Escape
We never spoke of that night again. In meetings, we act like it never happened. But I know he remembers. I see it in his eyes when he watches me walk away.
And when I can’t take it anymore—when the memory is too much—I slip away during lunch break, headphones in, lights off, and open Xvideos.
It’s saved in my secret playlist, titled simply: “Boss.”
I watch. I touch. I remember… https://xvideoshd.xxx