The executive suite was dimly lit, the large dining table still cluttered with the remains of an extravagant meal.
Half-eaten lobster tails, scattered crumbs of brioche, and nearly empty wine glasses sat abandoned among crumpled napkins. The air smelled of rich butter and expensive wine.
Under the table, wet, rhythmic sounds filled the silence.
"Mhhhh!"
Siobhan was on her knees between Howard's legs, her head bobbing steadily as she sucked him. Her lips stretched around his cock, working with practiced strokes.
"Ahh… fuck!"
Howard groaned, one hand tangled in Siobhan's hair, guiding her rhythm, while his other hand rested on the table.
His fingertips brushed deliberately against Ruby's as she reached to clear a plate. She smoothly pulled away, refusing to acknowledge the touch.
She kept her expression perfectly professional... polite smile, efficient movements... even as she stole a quick glance at him.
