The day’s over, but Elle isn’t done just yet. She’s still in her work clothes - glasses slightly slipping down - the picture of a girl who’s been holding it together all day. But now, she’s finally alone, and that calm, polite energy begins to shift.
The buttons come undone one by one, a quiet rebellion against the structure of her day. The pants slide off, and the neat office look gives way to sheer blue lace - a secret no one at the office would ever suspect.
By the time she’s on the bed, relaxed and stroking herself to orgasm, that composed professional image has melted completely.
