A Solution That Solves Both Their Problems

London Ford's flipping through Cali's messy receipts when her phone buzzes again. She scowls, thumbs flying, firing off texts to the asshole boyfriend who's been dipping his wick elsewhere. London clears his throat, trying to steer her back to numbers, but Cali finally slams the phone down and stares at him like he's the last steak in the butcher's window. "Screw this," she says, voice thick with heat. "You want to get fucked, London? Right here. Right now. My cheating prick gets payback, and you finally get your cock wet. Win-win." She shoves the paperwork aside, hops onto the desk, and spreads her legs so her short skirt rides all the way up. London stares at the flash of bare, shaved pussy and the glint of her silver clit ring. Cali reaches over, palms the front of his slacks, and feels him already rock-hard. "Christ," he mutters, but his hands are already yanking down his zipper. Cali grins, grabs his tie, and pulls him between her thighs. She wraps her fingers around his thick cock, strokes him once, twice, then lines him up and sinks onto every inch with one slick, greedy push. London groans, hips snapping forward, filling her tight, wet heat while her phone lights up ignored on the floor. She rides him hard, desk creaking, nails digging into his shoulders, moaning loud enough the whole damn office can hear. "Fuck me like you mean it," she growls. London grabs her ass, pounds up into her, sweat beading on his forehead. Cali cums first, clenching around him, then milks him until he shoots deep inside her, panting against her neck. When it's over, she slides off, fixes her skirt, and scoops up her phone. "Taxes can wait. Tell my boyfriend I said thanks for the upgrade."