The fluorescent lights of the office hummed, casting a sterile glow on Isabelle's lingerie beneath her slightly disheveled blouse. Mr. Dubois, his tie loosened, ran a hand through his thinning hair. "Isabelle," he began, his voice thick with a mixture of guilt and lust, "I shouldn't… but I can't resist you."
Isabelle, a true french babe, simply smiled, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. She’d been playing this game with him for weeks. The slow burns, the lingering touches during dictation, the suggestive comments during late nights. Now, they were here. The door locked, the blinds drawn, and a world of forbidden pleasure ready to unfold. She tugged at his tie, pulling him closer.
"Don't resist," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his lips. A second figure entered the office – Antoine, a younger, more muscular colleague, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. This was the threeway Isabelle had orchestrated.
The first penetration was swift, brutal. Mr. Dubois, his face flushed, thrust into Isabelle from behind, doggystyle. She moaned, arching her back, her big boobs bouncing with each thrust. Antoine, kneeling before her, wasted no time, his cock sliding into her eager mouth. Her handjob skills were exceptional, drawing a groan from him instantly.
Isabelle expertly moved, taking both cocks deep. The DP felt exquisite, a delicious tearing sensation that sent shivers down her spine. They switched positions, cowgirl, the view of her voluptuous figure driving both men wild. She rode them hard, teasing, grinding, until they begged for release.
Mr. Dubois flipped her over, and with a single nod from Isabelle, Antoine was on top, giving her ass to mouth. It was rough, primal, and utterly exhilarating. The climax was explosive, a torrent of cum drenching her face and body. As she lay there, panting, she knew this hardcore encounter was just the beginning. The office had become their private playground, a place where desires were not only met but celebrated.
