It takes me about five seconds to regain my senses, and another five to decide what to do next.
One hand reaches for my phone, and I press the record button, feeling a strange calm settle over me. They’re so wrapped up in each other, so engrossed in their own world, they don’t even notice me. It’s almost laughable. For all her talk about image, appearances, about doing things “right,” here she is—splayed out on an office desk with someone who is very much not Ryan.
I guess the man’s name is James because she cries out the name in a high, breathless gasp. “James! Oh, god. I’m cumming.”
Her body begins to convulse. James growls and thrusts inside her one final time, pouring all his energy into the moment.
They collapse together, spent and completely unaware. I stop recording, switch to v
