Mireille grumbled, sexually frustrated as she sat on the chair behind her desk.

"Dante, that jerk" she mumbled, the frustration evident in her eyes.

He wanted to fuck her as much as she wanted him to do so but old habits die hard and he still prioritised teasing her over any other thing.

Mireille tried to get back to sorting the files but she could not.

"Damnit... I have to get myself off" she whispered to herself and pushed her skirt up, she reached her hand up to ...