Lyra
After the heat of passion heated in the office, I rubbed my waist that was aching and on the verge of snapping into two while cursing at him and myself for indulging pleasures for too much.
My private part was still sore and burning—his semen had dripped from it down to my thighs that made it uncomfortable for me to move and I was wearing his tshirt while my pants—it was a good thing he didn't ripped it and didn't get stained from earlier, otherwise, I would have no face to come out.
I went back to Kieran's office, doing cleaning up the papers that was scattered on the floor, categorizing them and put it on the table so that it won't get stepped on if someone would come inside.
I put a note on top of the papers to not touch it—if they do, they should tell me and I'll get
