In the heart of a bustling Middle Eastern city, a woman named Layla worked in a towering office building. She was a successful businesswoman with a darker skin tone that glowed in the dim light of her office. Her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her piercing brown eyes captivated anyone who looked into them.
Layla’s colleague, Hassan, was a tall and handsome man with darker skin and a muscular build. He had a charming personality that made him popular among his colleagues. Hassan had always found Layla attractive, but he never made a move, respecting her professionalism.
One evening, they found themselves working late in the office. The sun had set, and the only light came from the dim glow of Layla’s desk lamp. Hassan couldn’t help but notice how beautiful Layla looked in the soft light, her eyes focused on her work, her lips slightly parted.
Hassan decided to take a chance and asked Layla if she wanted to grab a coffee with him. Layla hesitated for a moment, but then agreed, grateful for the break. They walked to a nearby café, chatting about work and their personal lives. The chemistry between them was undeniable.
Back at the office, Hassan offered to walk Layla to her car. As they stood by her car, Hassan gently took Layla’s hand and looked into her eyes. Layla felt a shiver run down her spine as she looked back at Hassan. They leaned in closer, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
Hassan’s hands began to explore Layla’s body, caressing her curves and making her heart race. Layla responded by running her fingers through Hassan’s hair, pulling him closer. They broke their kiss, both panting heavily.
“Come back to my office,” Layla whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Once in the office, Layla closed the door and turned to face Hassan. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for another deep kiss. Hassan’s hands began to wander, cupping Layla’s breasts and teasing her nipples through her blouse.
Layla moaned softly, her body responding to Hassan’s touch. She reached down and began to unbuckle Hassan’s belt, freeing his hard cock. She stroked him gently, feeling him grow harder in her hand.
Hassan’s fingers found Layla’s clit, rubbing gently in circles. Layla gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. Hassan lifted her up onto her desk, spreading her legs wide. He knelt between them, his tongue exploring Layla’s wet pussy.
Layla moaned louder, her fingers digging into Hassan’s hair as he licked and sucked her clit. She could feel herself getting closer to orgasm, her body tensing up. Hassan’s fingers entered her pussy, fucking her roughly as he continued to lick her clit.
Layla’s orgasm hit her hard, her body shaking as she cried out Hassan’s name. Hassan stood up, his cock poised at Layla’s entrance. He pushed inside her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around him.
They fucked slowly at first, their bodies moving in sync. Hassan’s hands gripped Layla’s hips, pulling her closer as he thrust deeper inside her. Layla’s legs wrapped around Hassan’s waist, her heels digging into his back.
Their pace quickened, their bodies slapping together as they fucked harder and faster. Layla’s moans filled the room, mingling with Hassan’s grunts of pleasure.
Hassan’s cock twitched inside Layla, signaling his impending orgasm. Layla could feel it building, her own orgasm close behind. With one final thrust, Hassan came hard inside Layla, filling her pussy with his hot cum.
Layla followed soon after, her body trembling with pleasure as she came hard. They collapsed onto the desk, their bodies slick with sweat.
Hassan pulled out of Layla, his softening cock leaving her pussy with a wet sound. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath.
“We should do this again,” Hassan said, looking at Layla with a lazy smile.
Layla grinned, her eyes shining with mischief.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
