Sex with the Intern Clea Gaultier in my Office

Clea Gaultier, the saucy French intern, has been going through my office files, and it's not just the documents she's getting excited over. This raven-haired beauty has her eyes on me, and I can't resist the temptation any longer. We've been working together all day, and the chemistry has been electric, but I never expected her to be so bold. She starts by teasing me, rubbing her petite frame against me, feeling my cock harden beneath her skirt. This little minx knows exactly what she's doing. I can't help but groan as she moves towards my desk, bending over to pick up a pen. Her tight, round ass is right in front of me, begging to be touched. I reach out, and she doesn't stop me. Instead, she pushes herself back against my hand, encouraging me to grab a handful of her firm ass. I can feel her heat through her thin panties, and I know she's wet. She straightens up, turning to face me, her eyes filled with desire. "Monsieur," she says, her voice low and sultry, "I've been a good girl today. I think you owe me a reward." I can't argue with that. I grab her by the waist and pull her onto my lap, my cock pressing against her hot wet pussy. She grinds against me, moaning softly, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I reach down and slip my fingers inside her, feeling her tightness and wetness. She's so ready for me. I can't wait any longer. I lean back in my chair, and she straddles me, her skirt riding up her thighs as she lowers herself onto my throbbing cock. She rides me like a pro, her hips moving in a rhythm that drives me wild. I can feel her tightness clamping down on me, her pussy swallowing my cock whole. I reach up to grab her breasts, squeezing them as she moves. She leans forward, her mouth just inches from mine, and whispers, "Fuck me, Monsieur. Fuck me hard." I don't need to be told twice. I grab her hips and begin to fuck her, hard and fast, my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. She moans and cries out, her fingers tangling in my hair as she rides me. I can feel her pussy tightening around me, and I know she's close. I lean back, and she rides me harder, her tits bouncing, her pussy getting wetter and wetter. I can't hold back any longer. I come hard, my cock pulsing inside her as I fill her with my cum. She collapses on top of me, her breath coming in short gasps, her body still trembling with pleasure. We sit there for a moment, catching our breath, before she pulls away from me, a satisfied smile on her face. "Merci, Monsieur," she says, her voice soft and sultry. "That was worth waiting for."