Naughty conference

Her mouth was on his neck, kissing, nibbling, and licking faster with every stroke of his fingers. The smell of his aftershave and salty taste of his skin mingled with the scent of her own smells, adding to her arousal.

As shivers went throughout her body, her muscles tightened around his fingers, and she bit down slightly on his shoulder blades from the intensity. Hot liquid released onto his hand and desk, drenching the back of her skirt. She stayed there for a moment, using his chest to support her and listening to the steady sound of his heart beat as her body relaxed from the intensity of her orgasm.

“Turn over,” he demanded. Following orders, she turned around laying her chest on the desk, her ass exposed. With his hands on her ass for balance, he plunged deep inside her wetness. She let out a little screech from the force of his cock filling her. Her muscles there tightened as she sucked in a deep breath. As if it had a will of its own, her body responded, her hips moving back and forth, feeling the friction on her g-spot.