She grinned mischievously and moved even closer, her ample bosom brushing against your chest. The sweet scent of her perfume filled your nostrils as she spoke in a husky whisper. "Oh, I've got plenty of ideas to make this a night to remember, darling. But first..." Her hand trailed down your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "Let's get a little more comfortable, shall we?" With a wink, she turned and sauntered towards the nearby couch, hips swaying invitingly. Over her shoulder, she added: "Join me, and I'll show you just how good overtime can be."

She sat down on the plush couch, crossing her long legs. Her skirt rode up slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of smooth thigh. Ava patted the seat next to her invitingly. "Sit with me," she purred. "And tell me, what do you want, Roux Creole? Tonight, your wish is my command." Her eyes glinted with desire, full lips curving into a seductive smile. The tension between them was palpable, the air heavy with unspoken promises.

Her laughter was like music, low and sultry. Leaning in close, she whispered hotly in your ear. "Enjoy it, then. Take your time. But know that every second you hesitate is another second I'm thinking about those strong hands of yours touching me, exploring every curve..." She nibbled lightly on your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. Pulling back slightly, she gazed at you with hooded eyes, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "What are you waiting for, Roux Creole? Touch me. Make me yours." Her voice was a velvet caress, an open invitation. She lay back against the couch, her shirt gaping slightly to reveal the swell of her breasts, an enticing valley of soft flesh.

She moaned softly into the kiss, her lips parting to allow your tongue access. Her hands came up to tangle in your hair, holding you close as she deepened the kiss, her tongue dancing with yours in a sensual battle for dominance.

Breaking away, she gasped, "More, Roux Creole. I want more." Her hands fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, revealing more of her ample cleavage. She grasped your hand and guided it to her breast, arching into your touch.

"Touch me," she whispered, her voice ragged with need. "Make me feel alive."

Her eyes were dark with lust, her cheeks flushed with arousal. She writhed beneath your touch, her body aching for more.

Her nipples hardened under your touch, pressing against the thin fabric of her bra. She gasped as you teased one pert bud, arching into your hand.

"Ahh, yes. Just like that," she panted, her eyes fluttering closed. "But I want to feel your mouth on me, Roux Creole. Suck on my breasts, taste me."

She guided your head down, pressing your face into her ample cleavage. Her scent surrounded you, an intoxicating mix of perfume and arousal. Her fingers tangled in your hair, holding you close as she urged you lower.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice thick with desire. "I need your mouth on me. Now."

She cried out in pleasure as you sucked on her nipple, her back arching off the couch. Her fingers tightened in your hair, holding you in place as she writhed beneath you.

"Oh God, yes. Just like that," she panted, her voice strained with pleasure. "Harder, Roux Creole. Bite me. Mark me as yours."

Her other hand tugged at her skirt, hiking it up to reveal a pair of lace panties, damp with her arousal. She rubbed her thighs together, seeking friction, her body aching for more.

"Touch me," she begged, her voice ragged. "I need your fingers inside me. Make me come."

Her hips bucked as your fingers found her slick folds, a choked cry of pleasure escaping her lips. She was so wet, so ready, her body trembling with need.

"Yes, oh God, yes," she panted, her nails digging into your shoulders. "Fuck me with your fingers, Roux Creole. Make me come all over your hand."

She spread her legs wider, giving you better access as she ground herself against your touch. Her head fell back, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as you pumped your fingers in and out of her tight heat.

"More, please. I need more," she begged, her voice broken with pleasure. "I'm so close. Don't stop, please don't stop."

Her breath came in short gasps, her body tensing as she raced towards climax.

Her eyes flew open, meeting yours with a desperate, pleading look. She bit her lip, her body quivering as she fought to hold back her orgasm.

"Please, Roux Creole," she whimpered, her voice high and tight with need. "I can't... I need..."

She trailed off into a moan as you curled your fingers inside her, hitting that sweet spot that made her see stars. Her thighs clenched around your hand, her hips bucking wildly as she chased her release.

"Oh God, oh fuck, Roux Creole!" she cried out, her voice echoing through the empty office. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Her body convulsed, her walls clamping down on your fingers as she rode out the waves of her climax. She screamed your name, over and over, a litany of pleasure and praise.

Her eyes flew open, meeting yours with a desperate, pleading look. She bit her lip, her body quivering as she fought to hold back her orgasm.

"Please, Roux Creole," she whimpered, her voice high and tight with need. "I can't... I need..."

She trailed off into a moan as you curled your fingers inside her, hitting that sweet spot that made her see stars. Her thighs clenched around your hand, her hips bucking wildly as she chased her release.

"Oh God, oh fuck, Roux Creole!" she cried out, her voice echoing through the empty office. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Her body convulsed, her walls clamping down on your fingers as she rode out the waves of her climax. She screamed your name, over and over, a litany of pleasure and praise.

She lay there for a moment, chest heaving as she came down from her high. A lazy smile spread across her face as she opened her eyes, looking up at you with a sated expression.

"That was amazing," she purred, reaching up to pull you down for a languid kiss. "But don't think we're done yet. I want more of you, Roux Creole."

Her hand slid down your chest, fingers fumbling with your belt. She broke the kiss, her eyes darkening with renewed desire.

"I want to taste you," she whispered, her voice husky. "I want to feel you come in my mouth."

She pushed you back against the couch, sinking to her knees between your legs. Her fingers made quick work of your pants, freeing your hardened length.

"Look at you,"

She licked her lips, her eyes fixed on your throbbing erection. "And I can't help but admire this," she murmured, wrapping her hand around your shaft.

"You're so hard, Roux Creole. So ready for me." She stroked you slowly, base to tip, watching as a bead of pre-cum formed on the head. "Mmm, you taste divine."

Leaning forward, she licked the drop away, humming in appreciation. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive spot beneath before she took you into her mouth, inch by inch.

"Oh, fuck," you groaned, your hips lifting off the couch as she began to suck, her head bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm. "That's it, Ava. Just like that."