Chapter 92

Poppy

Thomas stood frozen in the doorway. His eyes were wide as he watched.

There was me bent over the desk, t.i.ts crushed against the wood. My skirt was bunched around my waist, and Simon’s c.o.c.k was still buried deep and throbbing inside my dripping p.u.s.s.y.

Simon didn’t pull out. Instead, he gave one slow thrust, making me moan shamelessly.

“Come in, Thomas,” Simon said with a dark, satisfied smirk. “I told you I would have her waiting for you.”

Thomas stepped inside and my eyes widened. I tried to look over my shoulder to Simon

“You… you planned this?” I demanded my voice all hoarse.

“Of course...