The rest of the day was pure torture.
Every time I sat at my desk outside Damien’s office, I could feel his thick c*m still leaking out of my stretched cunt. My thighs were sticky, and every small movement made me clench around the mess he left inside me.
At 6:45 PM, the intercom on my desk buzzed.
“Miss Bennett. Come to my office now.”
I stood up on shaky legs and walked in. Damien was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the glowing city below.
“Lock the door and come here.”
I locked it and walked over. He didn’t even turn around at first.
“Pull your skirt up, and bend over the glass.”
I pulled my skirt up to my waist and bent forward, pressing my t**s against the cold window. Anyone looking up from the building across the street might see me if they looked ha
