In the dimly lit office, the lingerie-clad vixen, her stilettos clicking softly on the floor, approaches the hapless office worker. She whispers sweet nothings in his ear, her stockings brushing against his skin. Her voice is a seductive caress, a promise of pleasure. He follows her, entranced, to her secret chamber of desire. The room is filled with the scent of passion and desire. She leads him to a plush velvet chair, her hands caressing his face, her lips trailing down his neck. She unzips his pants, her fingers tracing the outline of his arousal. She takes him in her mouth, her tongue a velvety caress, her lips tightening around him. He moans, his hands fisting in her hair. She stands, her lips trailing up his chest, her hands unclasping her bra. Her breasts spill forth, her nipples hard and begging for his touch. She straddles him, her stockings-clad legs wrapping around his waist. She leans forward, her lips meeting his, their tongues tangling. She grinds against him, her hips moving in a rhythm that matches the pounding of his heart. He thrusts up into her, his hands gripping her waist. Their bodies move as one, in a dance of passion and desire. She screams his name, her body shaking with the force of her climax. He follows her, his body convulsing with pleasure. They lay entwined, their breathing ragged, their bodies slick with sweat. She whispers in his ear, her voice a promise of more. He nods, a smile spreading across his face. Their minds have been blown, their bodies rewired.