Conference Room Slut: Gangbanged by Two Interns After My Business Trip
Fifteen days away on business. No hands. No cock. Brutal. Back at the office. Short sexy dress. No panties. High […]
Fifteen days away on business. No hands. No cock. Brutal. Back at the office. Short sexy dress. No panties. High […]
The conference room door clicks shut. Yoann twists the lock. Snick. Printer buzzes low, churning reports. Coffee aroma hits me,
Late afternoon. Open space buzzes. Printer hums in the corner. Colleagues type furiously. Mouse clicks echo. I catch his eyes
Tuesday, 9:20 AM. Our shared office. Printer hums low. Coffee aroma clings to the air, tangled with my sharp perfume.
Late 2000. Belgian consulting gig. Bruges project. Tiny team, multinational. Always behind. Nights stretch to midnight, two a.m. Printer hums
Printer hums down the hall. Open space buzzes with dying clicks. I catch his eyes again. The client, sharp professor
Printer hums outside. Mouse clicks pierce the air. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume, thick and teasing. Open space buzzes.
Endless meeting dragged in the conference room. Printer hummed in the corner. Coffee stench mixed with her faint jasmine perfume.
Printer hums outside the open space. Coffee scent clings to the air, mixing with my floral perfume. I’m Justine, 24,
Boss’s office door clicks locked. Printer hums low. Coffee aroma clashes with my perfume. Marc slumps at his desk. Beard