Exciting Misconduct

Charlie hunched over a pile of paperwork like some guy allergic to fun. Tiffany sat across from him in a skin-tight white outfit and clicky heels, batting her lashes like a cat with a laser pointer. She shifted, legs crossed, and the white fabric pulled tight enough to make the curves pretty obvious. Charlie lasted about thirty seconds before his pen hit the table and he dropped to his knees, brushing his lips across the top of her shoe then sliding it off so he could taste bare skin. Tiffany spread a little wider, pulled the fabric aside, and let him press his mouth straight to her pussy. His tongue moved in eager licks while she grinned down at him, still in her chair, heels resting lightly on his shoulders.