Don’t mind me, just having some fun with the office supplies ?

You notice the big tits first — full, heavy, impossible to ignore against the sharp white of a button-down shirt that's lost most of its buttons.

You take in the scattered paperclips, the overturned stapler, the desk cleared in a hurry — every detail telling you exactly what kind of afternoon this has become. You feel the pull of it, the casual confidence of someone who decided work could wait.

You want to step closer, to slide that shirt the rest of the way off, to find out just how much fun is still left in the supply room.