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Silken Corporate Confessions
Book 1: The Quiet One’s Secret
[Section 8 of 12]
Unable to finish her sentence, Pooja drops to her knees, frees your throbbing cock, and takes you into her warm, eager mouth. The sight of her — naked, sweaty, pen still somehow clinging to her messy bun — sucking you with shy but hungry devotion nearly makes you cum on the spot. She works you deep, gagging softly, eyes watering but never breaking contact.
After several minutes of her talented mouth, she pulls off with a wet pop and rises. Her eyes have changed — the introverted girl is giving way to something more assertive. She takes your hand firmly.
“The main bullpen,” she says quietly but with clear command. No explanation. Just the order.
You understand instantly. The open space. The risk. Your cock twitches harder at her sudden dominance.
She leads you out of the corner into the wider bullpen area, completely naked while you’re still mostly dressed. The exposure makes her breathing ragged. Anyone could come back. His fiancée’s team works late sometimes... The psychological shift is profound: the girl who hid her desires for years is finally claiming them. Oh what a show this will be for them she thinks and smiles.
In the middle of the open desks, she turns and pushes you down into one of the ergonomic office chairs. “Sit,” she orders, voice low and husky. The submissive bitch in you stirs hotly at her tone. You obey.
Pooja straddles your lap, her soaked cunt sliding along the length of your cock, coating it in her arousal. She grinds slowly, teasing both of you. Her heavy breasts press against your chest as she kisses you deeply.
Silken Corporate Confessions
Book 1: The Quiet One’s Secret
[Section 8 of 12]
Unable to finish her sentence, Pooja drops to her knees, frees your throbbing cock, and takes you into her warm, eager mouth. The sight of her — naked, sweaty, pen still somehow clinging to her messy bun — sucking you with shy but hungry devotion nearly makes you cum on the spot. She works you deep, gagging softly, eyes watering but never breaking contact.
After several minutes of her talented mouth, she pulls off with a wet pop and rises. Her eyes have changed — the introverted girl is giving way to something more assertive. She takes your hand firmly.
“The main bullpen,” she says quietly but with clear command. No explanation. Just the order.
You understand instantly. The open space. The risk. Your cock twitches harder at her sudden dominance.
She leads you out of the corner into the wider bullpen area, completely naked while you’re still mostly dressed. The exposure makes her breathing ragged. Anyone could come back. His fiancée’s team works late sometimes... The psychological shift is profound: the girl who hid her desires for years is finally claiming them. Oh what a show this will be for them she thinks and smiles.
In the middle of the open desks, she turns and pushes you down into one of the ergonomic office chairs. “Sit,” she orders, voice low and husky. The submissive bitch in you stirs hotly at her tone. You obey.
Pooja straddles your lap, her soaked cunt sliding along the length of your cock, coating it in her arousal. She grinds slowly, teasing both of you. Her heavy breasts press against your chest as she kisses you deeply.