로그인When the man had finished, everywhere was quiet. The only sound in the small bedroom was the heavy, ragged breathing coming from Mr. Harrison and the low, steady hum of the old refrigerator in the kitchen. I lay completely still on the messy mattress, my chest heaving up and down. My skin was flushed, hot, and coated in a sticky mix of sweat and the warm semen he had just poured out onto the sheets and my stomach.Mr. Harrison stood up, grunting as he adjusted his clothes and pulled his trousers up over his thick waist. He buttoned his pants loosely, then turned his gaze toward the corner of the room. He looked straight at Julian, who was still sitting in the plastic armchair, motionless but completely tense.A slow, wicked grin spread across the older man's sweaty face. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head."Seems like you had a good show, Juli," Mr. Harrison said, his voice loud and rough in the quiet space.Julian cleared his throat, his face still a dark shade of red, but he
I lay there frozen under the heavy weight of Mr. Harrison, my face burning with pure shame. I kept waiting for him to scramble off me. I expected him to pull his clothes up and try to explain himself to his son. Julian was a highly respected lawyer.But the script flipped completely.Julian didn't look angry or disgusted. After the first shock passed, his eyes darkened as they stared straight at the spot where his father was buried deep inside my wet, bare thighs. He didn't turn around. Neither did he walk out. Instead, he took a slow, heavy breath and adjusted his briefcase."Dad," Julian said, his voice dropping into a low, completely calm tone. "I came by for those property tax documents you sent me to collect. But... it turns out you are a bit too busy with the tenant right now."I blinked, my eyes going wide. He was talking about this like it was a normal office meeting.Julian walked over to the small plastic armchair in the corner of my bedroom. He set his leather briefcase ne
I gripped the edge of my old mattress, my knuckles turning white as the rusty springs groaned beneath me. The heavy, rhythmic thuds of Mr. Harrison’s body slamming against mine vibrated through my entire apartment. He was a big, sweaty man in his late fifties, and right now, he was pounding into me with a brutal, uncaring force. "Augh! Oh god... mmm-nnn-gh... ahhh!" A sharp, ragged moan escaped my lips, echoing off the bare walls of my bedroom.This had been going on for over six months now. Every single month, like clockwork, he would show up at my door. Not with a rent receipt, but with his belt already unbuckled. I closed my eyes tight, trying to block out the sight of his stained undershirt and the smell of his cheap cologne, but my mind instantly drifted back to the rainy afternoon when this nightmare first started.I remembered standing in the middle of this exact living room, tears streaming down my face. My bank account was completely empty, and the final eviction notice was
“But sir…” Lena whispered hotly against my ear, grinding her soaked pussy against my throbbing cock, “I don’t want to stop.”That was the final straw that broke my last restraint.I grabbed her by the waist, lifted her onto my desk, and kissed her like I was starving. “Fuck it,” I growled against her mouth like a starving man. “Get your things. We’re going to my penthouse. Now.”The drive to the penthouse was silent and tense. The moment the elevator doors closed in my private penthouse, I pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard, my hands were roaming everywhere. By the time we reached the bedroom, her blouse was already half-open and my tie was gone.I shoved her onto the massive bed and climbed over her. With one rough tug, I ripped the rest of her blouse open. Buttons scattered across the floor as her full, heavy breasts spilled out. I groaned at the sight and immediately latched onto one nipple, sucking it hard into my mouth while my hand kneaded the other.Lena moaned lou
My fingers stayed sunk into the soft flesh of her hip, holding her bent over in front of me. The short skirt had ridden up so high I could see the lace trim of her panties stretched across her perfect ass. For a long second, neither of us moved. Lena glanced back at me over her shoulder, her green eyes dark with heat. “Mr. Blackwood?” she whispered, her voice breathy. I slowly released her hip, letting my fingers drag across her curves as she straightened up. My cock was painfully hard. “You can go, Miss Voss,” I said, my voice rough. She gave me a small, knowing smile and left, with her hips swaying as she left. The rest of the day I couldn’t focus, even one bit. In the night, I prepared a fake document , a fabricated merger proposal with false but tempting numbers. If she was a spy, she would take the bait. “Lena, I need you to take this file to the legal team downstairs. It’s highly confidential. Do not open it.” She took the folder, her fingers brushing mine deliberately.
Marcus closed the door quietly and lowered his voice. “Sir, we have to be careful. Lena Voss is definitely a spy. She’s been sending confidential files to Jones Logistics…our rival…for the past three weeks. We traced the encrypted emails this morning.” I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, and my facial features calm like it wasn't a problem at all. “I know.” Marcus looked surprised but continued, “I know you don’t want to hear it again, but she’s dangerous. We should remove her immediately, before she does anything that could bring down the company.” “No,” I said firmly. “I need you to keep watching her. Don’t do anything yet. I want to see exactly how far she’ll go.” Marcus hesitated, then nodded and left. I know he wondered why I would make such a decision but I had to. I needed to play along in whatever game she's playing. A few minutes later, the door swung open again. Lena Voss walked in carrying a stack of paperwork. Her black pencil skirt







