When everyone left, Dean Mo looked up at her, "Shut the door.''
Jenny walked off to the door and locked it.
When she turned around, the man who was initially seated on the chair was standing in front of her.
"Honey, you don't blame me for this, do you?" Jenny looked up, eyes welling with tears.
She looked pitiful yet seductive with her youthful little face turning red.
The man's breathing hastened and he pinched her chin before capturing her lips, "How could I bring myself to blame you for such trifles?"
In no time, clothes laid on the floor.
Inside the locked office room, two bodies laid entangled on the couch, their soft pants and moans reverberating in the place.
After the deed, the man cradled the naked woman in his arms, his fingers gently fondling here and there while she made soft noises at his every touch.
Jenny stroked his chest, her tone honeyed. "Support me next time. I'm not asking for much."
