Cassandra's vaginal juices spurted with each of Andrew's thrusts, and as their movements accelerated, the obscene sound of their bodies colliding became audible. The office, normally a place of silence and work, now echoed with Cassandra's moans and Andrew's gasps. The air was charged with palpable sexual tension, growing more intense with each thrust.
Cassandra, her hands gripping Andrew's shoulders, arched her back, her body responding to the urgency of the moment. Her firm, trembling breasts moved in time with her hips, while her parted lips released moans that seemed endless.
Andrew, his muscles tense and his face flushed with exertion, increased his pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and more desperate. His eyes, fixed on Cassandra's, reflected the desire that consumed them both.
