KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK — "Who's that knocking on the door?" — It's me, your coworker. She lets him in, distracted, as she stretches. For a few seconds, time seems suspended. He observes her simple gesture and, inside his mind, begins to wage a silent battle: "How can someone be so focused, so brilliant... and, at the same time, so naughty, sexy, that it turns me on just by looking at her?" ... Quick, almost hallucinatory images flash through his head: the table, the glances, the forbidden. His heart races, his breathing almost betrays what he feels. . But on the outside, the mask remains intact. The only sentence that dares to emerge is cold, restrained: "-I just came to drop off these papers." . The silence that remains is heavy, almost palpable. An invisible game of tension hangs in the air, while everyone pretends nothing happened (but without anyone seeing, this scene left her panties wet underneath that outfit)... and can you imagine? 🔥💘👠 #fetish