Workplace stress relief: Toilet, tranquility.

Toilet is best place to relieve stress at work

After-Hours Relief: A Tale of Tranquility and MILF Magic

Alright, listen up, buddies! This ain’t no ordinary tale, no siree! We’re talkin’ ’bout a stress-relievin’, heart-pumpin’, after-hours adventure, set in the very heart of the corporate jungle. So, buckle up, ’cause things are about to get sexual!

It’s Friday night, and the office is as quiet as a mouse’s fart in a velvet glove. All the cubicles are empty, save for one shining beacon of pure, unadulterated sex appeal.

Enter the MILF of our dreams

, with curves that could give a Coke bottle a run for its money and a set of eyes that could melt the coldest of hearts.

She’s been workin’ late, stackin’ papers and crunchin’ numbers, but now that the clock has struck five, it’s time for some office-friendly fun. With a smirk that could make the devil himself blush, she saunters towards the only place left untouched by the day’s rigors – the pristine, white porcelain throne, nestled in the heart of the restroom.

The lights flicker on, casting a soft, warm glow on her body. She slides the door shut, and for a moment, time stands still. Her eyes lock with yours, and it’s enjoy a lightning bolt, shootin’ straight through you. She steps closer, her heels click-clackin’ against the cold tile floor.

Her fingers trace the edge of the sink, ever so slowly, teasing you. Her voice, a seductive purr, breaks the silence. “You know what they say, right? The best stress reliever is a good fuck.”

Your heart pounds in your chest like a drum, and you can feel the blood rushin’ south. She leans in, her lips parting just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimmer of her tongue. “You wanna help me ease some of this tension, ample boy?”

You nod, unable to find your voice. She smiles, her hand snaking around your neck, pulling you closer. Her lips meet yours, soft and warm, and you can taste the wine she’d been sippin’ on.

She breaks the kiss, trailing her lips down your neck, her hands roamin’ over your body. “You’re a fine specimen,” she whispers, her breath steamy against your ear. “But I think you’ve got some learnin’ to do.”

She guides you to the toilet, pushing you gently so you’re kneeling before her. Her skirt hits the floor, and there it is – that MILF pussy, glistening and inviting. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slides them down, revealing her glorious garden.

You can barely contain yourself, but she stops you, placing a finger on your lips. “Patience, my dear,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you to enjoy every moment of this.”

And so, you do. You drink in the sight of her, your desire burnin’ hotter with every passing second. You reach up, your fingers tracing the curves of her hips, her hips rocking gently against your touch.

The bathroom door swings open, and for a moment, you fear the worst. But no, it’s just the janitor, doin’ his rounds. He winks at you, a knowing smile on his face, before he closes the door behind him.

The MILF laughs, her hand sliding down to cup your cock through your pants. “Well, looks savor we’ve got some privacy after all,” she says, her voice dripping with desire. “Now, let’s see if you can make this stress go away.”

And with that, the real fun begins.

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