Vivian’s pov

“Just get to the car and get the fuck out of here,” I muttered under my breath as I walked through the underground garage, heels clicking too loud on the concrete every single step.

Every movement sent another slow thick trickle of Robert’s cum down the inside of my thigh.

The panties I had pulled back on in his office were already ruined again, cold and sticky and stuck to my sore pussy.

I could still feel the stretch from how hard and deep he had fucked me over that desk.

My clit throbbed in time with my heartbeat.

My nipples scraped against the lace of my bra...