In the Office Pt. 02: Follicle Test

Carson gave Brandi a good-natured slap on plump rear. "Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." He tucked his dwindling erection and his spent balls back inside his pants. "Brandi, I suggest accommodating any requests that uh," he paused, stooping slightly to read the maintenance guy's nametag, "...Allen here might have. It seems he has caught you in a rather compromised position."

Carson strode away, leaving Brandi panting, bent over the copier on her elbows with her dress bunched at her waist, and with a steady cum drip hanging from her pussy. Allen could only stare with mouth agape at the hot, exposed brunette.

After a moment, he awkwardly stepped up to her, offering his hand. "Hi, I'm Allen, nice to meet you."