Elena froze, her fingers still buried inside her tight cunt. She slowly pulled them out, her hand glistening with her juices. She reached up and wiped her wet fingers on Adrian’s thigh, smearing her arousal on his expensive suit pants.
"Greedy little slut," Adrian said, his voice flat. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head up, pulling his c**k out of her mouth with a wet pop. A thick string of spit connected her swollen lips to his glistening shaft. "You're here to serve me, not to get yourself off."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Vance," Elena whispered, her voice hoarse from the face f*****g.
"Get out from under the desk and bend over it," Adrian ordered, pushing his chair back.
Elena crawled out from under the desk and stood up. Her knees were red from the hard floor. She turned aro
