Ayla Thompson sat there, thighs pressed together, breathing still uneven.
The sounds from inside the office hadn't stopped. If anything, they had grown even more intense... wet, rhythmic slapping, the creaking of the desk, and Natalia Steele's broken, ecstatic moans that sent shameful jolts straight to her core.
Ahh—! Yes—! Harder—!! I'm cumming again—!!"
Ayla's heart hammered wildly. This was already the seventh time… or was it the eighth? She had lost count. Natalia was on the edge once more, screaming shamelessly for more as her voice cracked with overwhelming pleasure.
The powerful, elegant woman Ayla had admired for years was reduced to begging like a desperate slut.
And then it came.
A hoarse, filthy plea that made Ayla's stomach twist with shock and unwanted heat.
"Please… I want it all in my mouth—!! Fill my throat—!!"
Ayla shivered violently.
