ice door, the click echoing in the dim aftern

buzzed faintly, a constant reminder of the building's emptiness. She sank into her leather d

ush. Her pussy already ached, slick from the teasing thoughts that had plagued her all day: h

of her own arousal hit her first musky and sharp, mixing with the faint coffee stain on her desk blotter

king under her. Intrusive thoughts flooded in: what if someone walked in? What if he did? Her boss, Mr. Harlan, with his stern

side, the stretch not enough but the squelch of her

pinch a nipple through her bra. The fabric rasped against the hardened peak, sending jolts s

when she sucked her fingers clean mid-thrust. She needed more, to be fucked deeper, harder. Her phone buzzed on the desk,

handle

amming against her ribs. The lock she'd locked it.

ock twisted his face for a split second, then melted into something feral, his slacks tenting instantly. "Mira," he

es straining visibly now. "Mr. Harlan-I-I was just..." Her words died as he crossed the room in three strides, his cologne sandalwood an

nst her g-spot as he curled them viciously. She cried out, back arching, the wet slap of his hand against her echoing off the walls. "This what you needed? Teasing yourse

wn her ass. He finger-fucked her harder, the obscene squelch mixing with her whimpers, until her first orgasm ripped through her walls spasm

k onto the desk, papers scattering files whispering to the carpet, her coffee mug teetering but not falling.

fuck you raw," he grunted, slapping the fat head against her clit, the wet smack making her jolt. Sh

a burn that bordered pain. The desk edge dug into her hips as he pounded into

keened. The friction was relentless, his cock dragging along her walls, hitting deep enough to bruise, the salty tang of sweat beading on his neck as she stra

nch tighter. He obliged, hips snapping viciously, the desk groaning under them, wood creaking like it might splinter. Her second orgasm built fast, coiling

he desk's surface, cheek smooshed against a forgotten memo, the paper crinkling under her breath. Ink from a pen smeared cool across her skin. Her ass presented high, p

punishing thrust. His balls slapped her clit rhythmically, the heavy smack

nd cracking against her ass cheek sharp sting blooming hot, the flesh jiggling with each impact. Her pussy flutte

e force. "Gonna fill this cunt," he warned, pace faltering, grunts animalistic now. She clenched deliberately, inner muscles rippling, and he shattered hot spurts flood

neck, cock twitching with aftershocks,