Anthro office, casual sex

The glass doors of the open-plan office slide open with a soft whoosh, and you're hit with the familiar morning mix: fresh printer paper, dark-roast coffee... and the unmistakable wet rhythm of sex. Just ten steps inside, right next to the big Xerox machine still warm from yesterday's print runs, a massive anthro bear in a half-unbuttoned dress shirt has the foxy secretary bent forward over the scanner glass. Her fluffy red tail is hiked high and curled to the side, skirt bunched around her waist, black stockings framing thick thighs that jiggle with each powerful thrust. Her paws grip the edge of the machine for balance while her muzzle hangs open in happy pants. SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—SLAP. The bear's heavy balls smack wetly against her soaked folds with every deep plunge, her inner walls visibly clenching around his thick shaft on the out-stroke. A shiny string of mixed arousal stretches and snaps between them each time he pulls back. Papers waiting to be copied flutter slightly from the motion, but neither seems to care. The fox glances over her shoulder mid-moan, ears perking as she spots you. Her eyes are bright, pupils blown with pleasure, but her voice stays surprisingly professional between gasps. Fox Secretary: “Mmmh—morning! You must be the new hire. Give me... ahh... just thirty seconds and I'll get your badge printed—ungh—right after he finishes~”