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The way he'd slip his fingers inside of me, one after the other, giving me a fraction of what was to come. Tasting my tongue before tasting my lips, giving him the same suggestive affection in return by letting him use my throat. Bending me over the very surface of his desk and lifting my skirt before ridding himself of his own clothes and… Ding, new idea. "Sex stories," I spouted, pushing myself up from the relaxed position and straightening my clothes. "That's what I want this new exhibit to focus on.” "Do tell," Nancy sat intrigued, one end of her mouth tugging upward.

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This charade was funny — she pretending that she and her boss weren't lovers, or the fact that she'd spent the night in his place overnight — and had been fucked senseless by him. It was unethical and unprofessional, she knew, but as much as she tried to, she couldn't resist the allure that was him. He had wanted to announce his relationship to the other staff, but she had stopped him. She enjoyed the secrecy that came with their relationship. Ethan Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises, lifted his gaze from the document to meet hers. His steel-grey eyes held an intensity that made her stomach clench and her vagina wet. "Close the door and come in, Miss Monroe."

“That’s right, you pathetic little interview slut. From tomorrow, every morning you’ll crawl into my office, bend over my desk, and beg me to pump a fresh load into you before the day starts. During lunch you’ll suck my cock under the table while I eat. And at night, I’ll bend you over this very table and breed you again while the cleaning staff might walk in.” The filthy fantasy made Sara’s pussy clench violently around him. “Oh god, yes! Breed me every day! Knock me up! Make my belly swell with your baby while I still have to pretend I’m a professional!” Mr. Vance reached down and rubbed her swollen clit roughly while pounding her folded body. “Come for me again, you worthless breeding bit

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

Used by the Entire Front Row: A Public Gangbang for the Wife Torn Wide Open: My First Time With Three Cocks The Forbidden Betrayal: Sucking Off My Husband’s Worst Enemy Pussy Ruined: Stretched Beyond Recognition for His Pleasure The Neighbor’s Wife, My Daily Pussy: A Seduction Through the Flimsy Wall Office Hours & Hard Cocks: Stretching Her Ass on the Executive Desk The Girl Next Door is a Slut: Stuffed Until She Screams Boardroom Betrayal: Using My Boss’s Pussy While He’s on a Call The Neighbor’s Gangbang: I Watched Them Ruin Her Ass After-Hours Desperation: My Intern’s Tight Pussy, My Boss’s Thick Cock Shared Secret: The Neighbor’s Massive Cock, My Wife’s Spreading Legs The Promotion: Dee

“Lick my pussy, Mr. Mayor,” Leila demanded, her voice a low, husky command that cut through the sterile air of the office. David Monroe stared, his heart hammering against his ribs. Her fingers were still wrapped around his cock, which was, to his utter shock, stiffening in her grasp. This can’t be happening. He was gay. He had a boyfriend. This was a front, all of it—the charming smiles for the press, the dates with socialites—a carefully constructed lie to protect his career in this conservative town. And now this fresh-faced graduate, barely a day into her job as his secretary, had him by the balls in the most literal sense imaginable.

“Don’t tell me you projected on the boss.” I sat wearily on the table. “It’s worse than that.” She stopped typing. “What can be worse than shouting at your boss?” “Having sex with him.” She gasped, drawing the attention of the other workers. She covered her mouth, stood up, and dragged me to a corner. “This morning?” “Last night.” She frowned. “You fucked Alex Kane last night and I’m just finding out?” I scoffed. There was nothing exciting about sleeping with your boss, walking into his office, and remembering how you sat on his table and cummed on it.

I pulled him closer by the front of his shirt and kept kissing him like I needed to get the anger out somehow. I pushed at his chest, but it was useless because my fingers curled instead. “I’m still mad at you.” “I know,” he said against my mouth. “Clause number two,” I said quickly, lifting one finger between us. His gaze dropped to my finger. “No sex at work,” I reminded him, breathing too fast. “Your rule. Your very boring, very professional rule.” Adam looked at me for one second and then he took my wrist, lowered my hand, and leaned closer.

What happened in my office is one of the most cherished memories of my life. I’m not like other men who bring their women to work. I’m not like that. If there’s one thing I can be proud of myself and boast to my wife, it’s that she’s the only woman I’ve had sex with in every corner of my office. Only our fluids are there, and no one else’s. It only means that those women who came before her were a fling and cannot be compared to her.