“Aaah, you bastard. Don't—her whimperings cut in her words with her traitorous thighs spreading despite the warning voice in her head.

  Dante being her office rival was lightly speaking, he was her sworn enemy so she shouldn't be squirting over his fingers.

 This was so wrong, yet she couldn't stop how her tight pussy was clenching at their messed up situation.

 His finger fucking was damn good, it made her cum-filled wetness furiously pooled at the pit of her stomach, she imagined she'd pass out soon.

 “Oh yea ou.” She husked.

 “Open up your tight pussy for me. Come on Ki.” An impatient hiss escaped his lips as he called...