“I’m afraid your desk is all wet, honey,” she confesses.
“No worries, babe of mine. That’s what paper towels are for,” he says, slowly working his p***s inside her spot as it calms down and relaxes as to fit back into his pants.
“I feel like I can make it home now,” she speaks, her hands flat on his chest where she can feel his heart still pounding.
“I can make it until tonight,” he admits. “You know, in more rational times I would say that s*x in my office shouldn’t happen. But in these times I’m happy to have a sexy woman as my wife.”
Their summer attire takes little of no time to put into place and does absolutely nothing against the chill building inside the office.
“Likewise, my dear, I’m perfectly happy in having you in all this,” Melody claims as he leads her out, casually touc
