They were in his office. It was late, past nine. Nkechi was bent over his desk, her skirt around her waist, her panties in his pocket. He was behind her, his thick cock pounding into her, each thrust a powerful, possessive stroke. The desk was rocking, the sound of their bodies slapping together a rhythmic, obscene beat."Who do you belong to?" he grunted, his hand coming down on her ass with a sharp slap."You, Chief," she gasped, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the polished wood. "I belong to you.""Damn right," he growled, his thrusts becoming harder, faster.Just as she was teetering on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm, his phone rang. The sound was shrill, jarring, cutting through the fog of lust. He ignored it, his rhythm never faltering.The phone rang again. And again. With a frustrated growl, he pulled out of her, leaving her empty and aching. He snatched the phone from his pocket, his annoyance palpable."What?" he barked into the phone.Nkechi froze, her heart sinki
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