The next night came fast. I couldn’t think straight all day. At work, Riya sat across the open-plan office like nothing happened. She wore a white shirt today – thin enough that I could see the black bra underneath, cups pushing her big boobs up high. Every time she leaned forward to type, her cleavage deepened. She caught me staring once. Didn’t smile. Just licked her lips slow, then looked away. My dick stayed half-hard under the desk until I left early.
Her text arrived at 9:42 PM:










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