big ass coworker says NO to CONDOM during sex

In the dimly lit office, the air was thick with tension and desire. It was late, well past midnight, and most of the employees had long since departed. But not Janice. The voluptuous Latina lingered, counting down the minutes until her secret admirer would arrive.

Janice was a bombshell, with a body to die for. Her ample assets strained against her too-tight blouse, and her pencil skirt barely contained her expansive bottom. Men couldn’t help but stare. And tonight, one of them was finally going to get a taste of her forbidden fruit.

She sat at her desk, legs crossed, a naughty grin on her full, red lips. Staring at the flickering screen, she anticipated the rendezvous. There was a soft tap at the door, barely audible above the hum of the office equipment.

“Miguel,” Janice purred, a shiver of excitement running through her body. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

The handsome maintenance man slipped into the office, closing the door behind him. His dark eyes roamed hungrily over Janice’s curvaceous frame. “Janice, you look incredible. That outfit, those curves… I can barely control myself.”

“Then don’t,” she whispered, unfolding her long legs and rising from her chair. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Miguel.”

He stepped forward, his strong hands caressing her ample hips as he pulled her close. Janice gasped, pressing her plump breasts against his chest. Their lips met in a heated, passionate kiss, tongues intertwining as they ravaged each other with fervor.

Janice’s nimble fingers sought out the buttons of Miguel’s uniform, popping them open one by one. His muscular torso was revealed, a smattering of dark chest hair leading down to the waistband of his pants. She boldly allowed her hand to roam lower, cupping the growing bulge and giving it a firm squeeze.

“Mmmm,” Miguel groaned, his erection throbbing beneath her touch. “You’re such a naughty girl, Janice. Touching me like that.”

“Does it feel good, baby? Do you like it when I play with your cock?” she asked sultrily, stroking him through the denim.

He growled low in his throat, spinning her around and pinning her against the desk. Janice’s skirt rode up, exposing the lacy tops of her stockings and her round, jutting ass. “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Miguel panted, palming her supple cheeks. “Right here on your desk, where anyone could walk in and see what a dirty slut you are.”

“Please,” she whimpered, grinding her bottom back against his straining hardness. “I need you. I need your big, fat cock inside me.”

As if enchanted, Miguel unzipped his fly, shoving his pants and underwear down just enough to free his engorged manhood. Janice moaned at the sight of it, so thick and stiff, jutting from a nest of dark curls. She reached back, guiding him to her weeping slit.

Then with a savage thrust, Miguel entered her, sheathing his pulsing member deep within her tight, hot channel. “Fuck!” he bellowed, awed by the divine feel of her. “You’re so wet, so ready for me.”

“Yes,” Janice hissed, pushing back to take him to the hilt. “I’ve been dreaming about this.”

He set a punishing pace, pounding into her willing body with wild abandon. The desk shook and creaked, papers scattering with each vigorous thrust. Janice could only whimper and moan, lost in the ecstasy of finally being filled by a man who wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Their coupling grew more frantic, more desperate with each passing moment. Janice’s climax built and built, until it finally crashed over her like a tidal wave. She screamed her pleasure, juices gushing around Miguel’s plunging shaft.

That was it. With one last mighty thrust, Miguel buried himself to the hilt and exploded, his seed spurting deep within Janice’s spasming pussy. He grunted and shuddered, emptying himself completely before collapsing against her back.

They remained joined for a long moment, panting and trembling in the afterglow. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Miguel withdrew, their mixed fluids dripping from her twitching slit. Janice turned, a satisfied smile on her lips as she faced him.

“That was incredible,” she purred, reaching out to stroke his jaw. “I knew you’d fuck me good, baby.”

Miguel chuckled, nuzzling her palm. “I could do that again anytime, mi amor. And again and again.”

Janice’s smile turned sly, wicked. “Oh, you will. But maybe next time, we’ll be a little more… adventurous.”

She winked, bending over to retrieve her discarded skirt. As she smoothed it back over her wide hips, she added, “And who knows, maybe we won’t use a condom next time either.”