I stayed bent over Damien’s desk, completely naked, and covered in c*m.
My face, t**s, and p***y were dripping with both men’s loads. Marcus wiped his c**k on my ass cheek as if I was nothing but a towel.
Damien sat back in his chair, looking satisfied as he zipped up his pants.
“Stay like that for five minutes,” he ordered. “Let all that c*m soak in.”
Marcus laughed softly and ran his fingers through my messy p***y, pushing their combined load deeper inside me.
“Look at this sloppy cumdump,” he said. “She’s leaking like a broken faucet. Such a good little corporate whore.”
I whimpered, my body still trembling from the rough f*****g.
Damien checked his watch. “Lunch is over. Clean yourself up, but don’t wash between your legs. I want you to feel that mess all afternoon.”
I slowly s
