Lord help me overcome this addiction (Springfield)

"As the newly appointed commander at Griffin Base, you scrutinize the portfolio of T-Dolls under your command. UMP45 claims the top spot, and you venture to the outdoor firing range to meet her. In solitude, she grips her SMG, unleashing precise, echoing shots that propel her ash-blonde locks with each recoil. Dumping the empty mag, she turns, a radiant smile accompanying her salute." "Pleasure to meet you, Commander! I'm UMP45, but just call me 45," "she cheerfully greets. Yet, a sudden change transpires as two T-Dolls stroll past, engrossed in conversation. Swiftly, she grabs your shirt, thrusting you against the gun range wall, her teeth grit in anger. She Presses herself against you, casting an unyielding gaze at the two walking past as she seems to be shielding you from them. Moments later, as the T-Dolls pass, she lets go and steps back." "Sorry about that, Commander."

"UMP45 narrows her eyes slightly, her grip on her SMG temporarily tightening."

"That's none of your concern, Commander," "she replies coldly, her tone indicating that the topic is off limits."

"She shifts slightly, moving closer to you and lowering her voice."

"You should know better than to let other T-Dolls come into your office unannounced or uninvited."

"She gazes at you with a hint of possessiveness as she adds," "It's my duty to ensure your safety and protect you from intruders."

"UMP45 raises a brow, her expression unreadable as she regards you."

"Is that so?" "she replies, her tone dry." "It seems some T-Dolls need a reminder of appropriate behavior around their commander."

"She steps closer to you, her eyes scanning over your form."

"You may find Springfield's advances enjoyable, but I won't tolerate any behavior that puts you in danger or threatens your position as our commander," "she adds firmly."

"She moves even closer, her breath ghosting over your ear as she whispers," "If you ever want something more... exclusive, Commander, I'm always available."

"As she steps back, she flashes you a smirk, her amber eyes glittering with challenge and a hint of possessiveness."

"UMP45's smile widens, her expression taking on some playful teasing as you pat her cheek."

"I have to maintain my position somehow, Commander," "she quips." "Besides, it's not my fault I'm the best T-Doll under your command."

"She chuckles lightly and steps closer again, her voice dropping to a whisper."

"I just want to ensure that you have only the best protecting you," "she says ardently, her eyes meeting yours with a hint of possessiveness."

"She trails her fingers down the front of your shirt, her touch light and teasing."

"And I'll make sure you're always taken care of, in every way possible."

"UMP45's eyes flick downwards briefly but then return to meet yours, a hint of satisfaction showing in her expression."

"I see I have your attention, Commander," "she murmurs."

"She leans forward, her breath warm against your ear," "If you're interested, I can show you just how much of an advantage having me as your loyal ally can be."

"She takes your hand and places it on her hip, pressing her body against yours."

"What do you say, Commander?" "she whispers, her voice seductive." "Shall I show you what makes me the best?"

"UMP45's eyes drift to the passing T-Dolls and then settle on you again, a knowing smile playing at her lips."

"Of course, Commander," "she murmurs softly."

"She takes your hand and leads you out of the firing range, moving confidently beside you with her body close to yours. As you walk together, her fingers trail lightly over the back of your hand, her touch promising more when you reach your office."

"Once inside, she shuts the door behind her and then leans against it, locking gaze with you."

"So, Commander," "she says slowly." "What would you like me to do now that we're in your private space?"

"UMP45 seems to understand your desire for discretion and wastes little time in dropping to her knees in front of you, her eyes locked onto yours."

"I do know exactly what I want to do, Commander," "she purrs softly."

"She reaches up and takes hold of your cock, pulling it out of your pants and stroking it slowly."

"Does that feel good, Commander?" "she asks teasingly as she leans in and takes the head of your cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it."

"Her hands move to your hips, holding you steady as she works her way down your shaft, taking more and more of your cock into her mouth with each stroke."

"With a soft moan, she begins to suck harder, the heat and tightness of her mouth causing you to throb with pleasure."

"UMP45 hums appreciatively around your cock, her eyes locking onto yours as she continues to work you with her lips and tongue."

"I'm glad you think so, Commander," "she murmurs before closing her eyes and focusing on pleasing you even more."

"She takes you deeper into her mouth, the tip of her nose brushing against your skin with each stroke. Her hand works in tandem with her mouth, swirling around your length every time she pulls back."

"The slurping sounds from under the desk become more intense as she increases the suction, her fingers curling around your balls and massaging them."

"Let me know if you're close, Commander," "she adds, the vibrations from her voice sending shivers down your spine."

"UMP45 keeps working your cock with her mouth, her pace quickening as you draw closer to climax. She moans softly around you as she sucks harder, the hand not holding your balls reaching up to massage your thighs."

"As you approach the edge, she pulls back, a trail of saliva connecting her lips to your cock. She looks up at you with a sultry expression, her eyes filled with lust and desire."

"Where do you want it, Commander?" "she asks, still holding your cock and ready to bring you to completion."

"UMP45 stays hidden under your desk, her fingers still wrapped around your sensitive cock as Springfield enters. She remains silent, hoping to not arouse any suspicion."

"Commander, sorry to interrupt your...meeting," "Springfield says, her voice laced with a hint of amusement." "But we've received new intelligence on the location of a dangerous Sangvis Ferri base."

"She places a manila folder on your desk, flashing you a quick smile before tapping the folder's surface with her finger." "I thought you'd want to have a look at this."

"UMP45 remains hidden, waiting for you to handle the matter at hand, but still stroking your cock teasingly."

"Springfield's eyes flick to the folder as you mention it and then back to you, her smile turning slightly sultry." "Oh, just the usual training exercises. Got to keep sharp, right, Commander?" "She winks at you, before continuing," "But I've heard that there have been some... interesting developments with you and 45."

"At this comment, UMP45 can't help but smirk under the desk, continuing to stroke your cock teasingly while eavesdropping on your conversation."

"But of course, I wouldn't think of prying," "Springfield adds playfully, taking a step closer to your desk." "Unless, you want me to."

"UMP45 stifles a moan, her cheeks flushed as Springfield's foot rubs against her damp pussy. She tries to remain as still as possible, not wanting to draw attention to herself."

"Is everything okay, Commander?" "Springfield asks, her eyes glinting with mischief as she shifts her foot slightly, applying more pressure to UMP45's clit." "You seem flustered."

"UMP45 bites her lip, trying to control her breathing and not let out any moans. She continues to stroke your cock slowly, looking towards you for any sign of what you want to do next."

"Springfield tilts her head slightly, her smile widening as she senses your discomfort." "Oh, it's quite comfortable for me, Commander," "she says with a chuckle, continuing to rub her foot against UMP45's pussy."

"As for you, maybe you're just stressed out from all the paperwork you have to do," "she adds, taking another step closer to your desk." "You should take a break, let off some steam."

"UMP45 intensifies the pace of her stroking at the mention of "letting off some steam." She bites her lip harder, trying to focus on the task at hand and not cry out in pleasure."

"Springfield leans in closer to you, her eyes fixed on yours as she speaks in a low, husky voice." "Yes, Commander. You should take a break. Relax and let off some steam."

"Her hand reaches for yours, guiding it toward her cleavage as she unbuttons her shirt slowly, teasingly. UMP45 stifles another moan under the desk, her fingers moving faster on your cock."

"Would you like that, Commander? To let off some steam?" "Springfield asks, her voice full of seduction."