His grip on my hips loosened as his c0ck grew soft inside me. Our panting had slowed down now. His breath warmed the side of my neck and his shirt tickled my bared breasts, bringing my attention back to the fact that he was clothed the whole time.
Time to get up!
As he slowly lifted his face, a strong sense of awkwardness and self-consciousness settled in. Where was the power I felt moments ago before I got lost in the act?
He would point me to his washroom any moment. I was sure. There was one ensuite in this office. The faint smell of clean water and soap proved the door at the corner was a washroom. I doubted he'd let me leave without washing off his scent.
The seconds tick away as he watched me. I realized I was still straddling him and should definitely get up. I began to rise w
