Novels by Convoy

-Desmond- When we got to the bedroom, she pushed me down on the bed. “I want you to watch me,” she purred, swaying her hips seductively as she walked towards the bedroom. I drooled at the sight of her ass shaking. She slipped into the bathroom, shedding her bra and top. She danced behind the misty bathroom walls, the shower pouring hot water on her. Her naked body glistened with water under the bathroom's soft light. I felt my cock hardening at the sight of her, desire coursing through my veins as she twerked her ass, ass cheeks slapping into each other, putting on a show just for me.She looked over her shoulder at me, a smirk on her lips as she caught me biting my lower lip. "Like what you see?" she purred over the water splashing in the background. I locked on her movement as she arched her back to present her ass to me.She turned to the wall, whining her hips as water ran down her waist.I sat up, my very erect rod now constricting painfully. I was ready to join her in the s

-Lenora-I tipped my head back and that's when I saw the security cameras blinking red and green all pointed at us. Whoever was behind the CCTV in the security office was most definitely gooning in his seat. I'd finally stopped shaking, and we were both slumped against each other, breathing hard. Then he pulled away and held me up. “We have to go clean up, you're a mess.” He took my hands and led me to the bathroom. I looked at each of the executive doors as we passed. We were so lucky that none of them came out to investigate the squelching noises in the hallway. If they did, he'd have been fired. “How long has this been going on?” He asked in the cab we boarded to our shared apartment. I tore my eyes away from the scenery passing by my window. “Huh?”“The thing between my boss and you,” his voice took an edge. I swallowed. Why couldn't he just stop thinking about it?“Just recently,” I lied. He wouldn't be able to bear the truth. It's been going on for more than six months now

-Lenora- I wheezed as my back slammed against the wall, air knocked out of my lungs. I pushed against him trying to escape but he grabbed my arms. That was one thing about Desmond, he could be a bit violent when he was emotional. That meant when he was angry and also when he was giving me backshots. I kicked against his hold, but he was firm as he trapped me in his arms. Next thing I know, my back is trapped to the wall of the hallway as he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. My breasts pounced in front of me and I saw his gaze flicker there for a fraction of a second. My cleavage was still peeking out of my tight top. When his boss dismissed both of us, I hastily shoved my breasts into my bra, and now with Desmond tackling me, it was bouncing into his view.He dragged his gaze to my eyes, his lips inches from mine. His eyes flashed with anger, but I could still see the lust lingering there. "You fucked him," he snarled, grabbing my neck and titling my face so his l

Lenora-Mr. Sinclair collapsed into the seat behind his desk, looking at both of us with a smile. “That's good,” he grinned hard, as Desmond slapped my left ass cheek in warm up. Chest flat on the chair, I hung my waist high up in the air. I was still shaking from my orgasm, cream dripping from my pussy to the chair down to a collective pool on the floor. Desmond used his swollen cock to rub my clitoris, and a shiver ran down my spine anytime he teased the entrance of my wet pussy with the tip of his cap. “Just do it already,” I moaned, looking back at him. His cock was hard as a rock and leaking, juices slobbered over it, probably a mixture of his precum, mine and Mr. Sinclair's.“You want that?” His voice dropped low. I swallowed at the butterflies tingling in my stomach. “You want me to fuck you?” Mischief twinkled in his eyes.I nodded, my pussy contracting, dripping wet, salivating for his thrust. He slapped my ass cheek again and my body shook, a helpless moan erupting from

Lenora-I can still vividly remember the look on his face when he knocked and rushed into his boss’s office, files piled on his arms, only to see his girlfriend —me— bent over his boss's desk while he thrust into me violently, my moans echoing within the walls of the office.We didn't notice him until the files crashed to his ground and he squeaked a surprised “Lenora”.I turned to look at him, my heart failing in my chest, but Mr. Sinclair didn't mind in one bit.He still went on grunting, his hands locking my waist in place as he rhythmically smashed into me. “Close the door on your way out.” He ordered, not even sparing him a glance. Whenever we had episodes like this, he would keep the door ajar. It was a kink of his. The exhilaration and excitement rush of getting caught. Desmond stood rooted to the spot for five seconds trying to understand the scene happening in front of me.And it was just when the orgasm rush was starting to get to my head. I gripped the edges of the desk