Marianne was on the floor beside Devon, her naked body glistening with a sheen of sweat and cum, her chest heaving with ragged, desperate breaths as she lay sprawled in the aftermath of their intense, primal fucking.
The office was a chaotic wreck, papers scattered across the desk, soaked and curling in her juices, the air thick with the musky, intoxicating scent of sex, the floor beneath them slick with the messy evidence of her gushing orgasms, small puddles reflecting the dim office light. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, her pussy still pulsing with raw, sensitive aftershocks, aching from the relentless pounding of Devon's thick cock.
The expression on her face was one of pure, unfiltered bliss, her eyes half lidded, lips parted and swollen, cheeks flushed a deep, rosy pink as she panted, struggling to process the sheer intensity of what had just happened.
