VIVIENNE's POV
My breathing was a ragged mess.
The temperature in the room was slowly dropping as the heavy, suffocating pressure of Roman's knot slowly subsided, unclamping just enough to allow his slick, thick shaft to slide free with a wet, heavy pop.
I let out a breathless moan, my eyes clouding with euphoric haze as a fresh, hot wave of his cum spilled straight out of my thoroughly stretched entrance, leaking down my inner thighs in warm, white rivers.
I was breathless, trembling, and utterly spent on top of the mahogany desk.
Or so I thought.
Before I could even slump backward to catch my breath, Roman's large, calloused hands clamped around my waist in a tight grip.
Not enough to hurt me or leave a bruise. But just enough to hoist me up without having me slip.
My whole body was coated in cum, sweat and something else I couldn't quite put my hands on.
Something that made the air in my arm rise and the blood in my neck rush to my cheeks, turning crimson.
