Elena didn't use a paper towel. She got on her knees and licked every drop of her own squirt and his c*m off the cold glass desk while Adrian sat in his leather chair and watched her with cold, calculating eyes. She dragged her tongue across the smooth surface, swallowing the salty, bitter mixture. By the time she was done, her jaw ached and her p***y was sore, but she was even more turned on than before.
That first night turned into a daily routine. Every single evening, after the rest of the staff went home, Elena stayed late. At exactly seven o'clock, Adrian would buzz her intercom, and she would walk into his corner office, lock the heavy mahogany door, and drop to her knees.
Some nights, he just wanted a warm hole. He would sit at his desk reviewing contracts while Elena knelt under
