I pushed back, meeting him, the slap of flesh echoing. I could feel the heat building up, coiling tight in my core. He pressed my clit with his thumb, circling it hard, sending sparks through me.
I shattered first, clenching around his c**k, waves of pleasure crashing over me. He followed, thrusting deeper one last time, then spilling hot c*m inside me with a groan. We stayed like that, panting, his body draped over mine. Finally, he pulled out.
I lingered there for a moment, bent over the desk, my body still humming from the aftershocks. His c*m trickling down my inner thigh, warm and sticky, a reminder of how thoroughly he claimed me. I straightened up slowly, my legs shaky, and pulled my panties back into place, the fabric now soaked with our mixed fluids.
Mr. Harlan watched me with
