Nathalie's climax hit like a storm—her pussy clamping down hard, milking me as she screamed. "Oh fuck... yes... cumming... ahh, baby, feel me squeeze you... mmm, so good... don't stop... fuck me through it... yes, yes, yesss!" Waves of pleasure wracked her body, fresh squirts of arousal coating my shaft and dripping down to soak the doll below. She kept riding, drawing out her orgasm, naughty moans turning into breathless giggles of satisfaction mixed with lingering need.
The three women around us unraveled further—Olivia and Nancy licking and sucking at the edges of our union, Anya fingering herself to a shuddering peak while begging for more. The office had become a den of pure, unbridled filth, professionalism long forgotten in the haze of horniness.
Nathalie's fingers dug into my shoulders like claws, her nails biting through my shirt as she locked eyes with me—wild, possessive, utterly unhinged. No more teasing illusions, no more doll bullshit; this was raw, primal ownership.
