Joanna froze in the doorway.
Her eyes wide. Taking in the scene: Kasia bent over the desk, dress hiked up, tits spilling out. Me behind her, buried deep, mid-thrust.
The air thick with the scent of sex, sweat, musk, arousal.
Kasia's face flushed. Panting.
I didn't pull out.
Didn't panic.
I met Joanna's gaze. Played it cool.
"You're free to join us, Jojo," I said, voice steady. Casual. Like we were discussing a contract clause. "It helps build bonds."
Joanna's mouth opened. Closed.
Her cheeks burned red.
She turned on her heel. Slammed the door.
Left angrily. Footsteps echoing down the hall.
Kasia whimpered. Pushed back against me. "Alex… she saw…"
I gripped her hips. Thrust again. "She'll be back."
We finished quickly after that. The interruption added an edge. I pounded harder. Faster.
Clap. Clap. Slap.
Her ass jiggled wildly. Tits squished against the desk.
She came with a muffled scream, walls milking me.
