In that she felt the heat, distracted by thinking about Wadjet's penis, she was taken by a wave of sexual tension, the aroma that spread through that floor, she saw that Pietro saw her, he took her then, took her, there kissing her, yet holding her, with one hand and fingers between her legs, almost encircling her folds, inside her wet pussy.
At this time, she sensed that he had an angular jaw and a charmingly crooked smile, while he was lean and elegant, and his poised posture inspired confidence and respect.
He pointed to one of the two chairs positioned in front of his chrome-framed glass table and waited for me to sit down before he adjusted himself in his chair, all this, against the backdrop of the city's skyscrapers, the man was kissing her, manoeuvrings her between the table and the environment.
Even though Pietro looked successful and powerful, when in fact, he was just a junior account manager, and his office was like a closet compared to those occupied by directors and othe
