As Liza Del Sierra, a sultry brunette with piercing green eyes, saunters out of the glass conference room after a long day at work, her mind reels with the passionate memories of her secret liaison during the meeting. Her heart races as she imagines his strong hands grazing her skin, his rough voice whispering filthy words in her ear.
She can't shake off the persistent throbbing between her legs, caused by the friction of their hidden tryst under the table. Her pussy aches for release, longing for his touch. As she steps into the empty parking garage, she knows she can't resist any longer.
With the gentle scrape of her stilettos on the concrete, Liza walks towards her car. She feels his presence before she sees him, a warmth that ignites her senses. Without turning around, she knows Without turning around, she knows it's him.
