Hailey's hands clutched the table edge, knuckles white. 'We should not... works ethics...' But her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper each time.
'Nobody needs to know, come on Hailey,' he repeated, pace quickening. His hips snapped forward, c**k pounding her p***y with wet slaps. He leaned down, capturing her mouth again, kissing her hard while he f****d her. She could perceive the smell if his hair.
She kissed back, tongue tangling, moans vibrating into him as she welcomed him deep inside her. His free hand squeezed her breast, raving her orange brown n****e, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
'Harder,' she whispered against his lips, surprising herself.
Rayden obliged, thrusts turning rough like he was kneading dough, table creaking under them. 'Like that?
