Memory floods back as I bend over the chair, my legs wrapped around my head, offering myself completely. The office hours were just a cover, a convenient lie to hide this raw, unfiltered desire. My boss’s cock slides into me, hard and demanding, as I grip the chair’s edge, knuckles white. The scattered papers on the desk are forgotten, replaced by the primal rhythm of our bodies colliding. His hands grip my hips, pulling me back onto him with each thrust. The bookshelf looms nearby, a silent witness to our forbidden encounter.
Cheating on the Clock
And there’s something thrilling about the risk, the knowledge that anyone could walk in. But that’s the point, isn’t it? The danger heightens every sensation, every touch. His pace quickens, and I match it, pushing back against him, wanting more. The sofa creaks under our weight, a symphony of our secret. My moans are muffled by the fabric of the chair, but they’re there, a testament to the pleasure coursing through me. This is what I crave, the raw, unfiltered fucking that leaves me breathless and wanting more. The office hours are just a memory now, replaced by the reality of his cock filling me, claiming me, making me his in this stolen moment.
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