Lusty Lunch Break

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The hum of the office printer faded into a distant thrum as Anissa settled herself on the edge of Zafira’s desk, her dark eyes holding a silent, smoldering question. Zafira’s breath caught, her own gaze dropping to the suggestive curve of Anissa’s smile before she slowly stood, closing the small, electric space between them. Her fingers, trembling slightly, traced the line of Anissa’s jaw, a touch so tender it felt like a whispered secret. A soft sigh escaped Anissa’s lips as she leaned into the caress, her own hands finding purchase on Zafira’s waist, pulling her closer until their foreheads gently touched. The sterile air was now charged with a warmth that had nothing to do with the overhead lighting, a palpable tension built from months of stolen glances. Zafira’s lips finally met Anissa’s in a slow, searching kiss that tasted of coffee and unspoken longing, a kiss that quickly deepened with a shared, desperate hunger. Their bodies melted together, a seamless puzzle of soft curves and frantic heartbeats, each touch igniting a new, trembling fire along their skin. Whispers and breathy moans became their only language, a hushed symphony against the backdrop of mundane office sounds. In that suspended moment, the world outside their embrace ceased to exist, leaving only the profound, aching need to feel every inch of each other’s soul. This was a confession not of words, but of skin, a silent promise written in the language of a racing pulse.