The woman stood at the blast furnace, her skin glistening with sweat as she worked. Her helmet and safety gear protected her from the heat, but it did little to hide the wetness between her legs. She tapped away at the metal,

The woman stood at the blast furnace, her skin glistening with sweat as she worked. Her helmet and safety gear protected her from the heat, but it did little to hide the wetness between her legs. She tapped away at the metal, creating a steady rhythm that echoed through the room. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and her nipples were hard and erect. She was lost in the rhythm of her work, oblivious to everything else around her except for the molten steel that flowed through her hands.