Marianne body slumped against the cool, slick surface of Devon's desk, her chest heaving with ragged, uneven breaths, her thighs trembling violently from the explosive orgasm that had torn through her like a wildfire, leaving her pussy throbbing and raw, still clenching around the fading buzz of the vibrator.
Her juices trickled down her inner thighs in sticky, glistening trails, pooling beneath her ass in a messy puddle of her own arousal, the desk now a chaotic canvas of her surrender, the wood gleaming with the evidence of her shame, the sharp scent of her cum heavy in the air. Her eyes rolled back and forth, dazed and disbelieving, as the reality crashed over her like a tidal wave, she'd just fucked herself with a vibrator in front of her daughter's ex-boyfriend, orgasmed right there on his desk like some desperate slut, her screams of "Oh God, yes!" still echoing in the sterile office.
