Vivian’s pov

“Shit,” I whispered, still bent over the desk with my skirt shoved up around my waist and his cum running warm and thick down the inside of my thighs.

Robert stepped back just enough to give me room to move. I stayed there for several more seconds, breathing hard, legs shaking so bad I had to keep both hands on the wood.

The thick wet feel of him kept leaking out of my pussy in slow sticky pulses.

My panties were tangled around my knees. My bra was still shoved under my tits so they hung free and marked from his mouth.

The blouse hung completely open.

The...