"That's my girl." He snapped his hips forward, burying himself so deep the fat head of his cock kissed her cervix and dragged across that swollen bundle inside her in one brutal stroke. Priya's cry cracked through the room, raw and desperate.
"How long have you been at the firm?"
"Five years—fuck—Peter you godly motherfucker—"
"What did you start as?"
"Junior associate—oh god right there—fuck me slow and hard."
He obliged. Shifted his angle just enough that every slow, punishing thrust punched straight into her G-spot, thick shaft stretching her slick walls until they fluttered helplessly around him. His fingers on her clit never stopped—two calloused pads rubbing tight, wet circles over the swollen nub, slick with her juices and the cum already leaking out of her.
"And now?"
"Senior—fuck—senior associate—on track for—ah—for partner—"
