Amelia
Martin tries to shield my body from the intruder as best as he can. He’s on top of me on the floor, and despite me being embarrassed about us getting caught, I can feel his c*ck rubbing up against me, making my p*ssy salivate for it. I think it might have something to do with the thrill of being discovered.
“Get out!” Martin roars because the guy, who is holding a tray with our food, stands still, eyes bulging and paralyzed in his spot.
The guy quickly puts down the tray and runs out of the office like his heels are on fire.
I reach up to kiss Martin, so we can continue where we left off, but he pulls back, gets up, and pulls me up with him.
He rolls down my dress before putting on his clothes. Confused, I stand in my spot, transferring my weight from one foot to the other.
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