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Victoria did not let Sofia recover.She slid off the desk, pulled the younger woman with her, and guided her to the wide leather couch that faced the floor-to-ceiling windows. City lights glittered far below, but neither of them looked outside. Victoria sat and tugged Sofia down until the cleaner straddled her lap, naked thighs bracketing her hips, cunt still dripping from everything they had already done.“Stay open for me,” Victoria murmured.She cupped Sofia’s full breasts in both hands, thumbs brushing the dark, tight nipples. Then she leaned in and sucked one into her mouth, hard. Sofia gasped, back arching. Victoria’s tongue flicked and circled while her fingers pinched and rolled the other nipple until both were stiff and glistening. She pulled back just enough to speak, breath hot against wet skin.“I’m going to use these on you.”Sofia’s brow furrowed in confusion for half a second—then understanding flooded her face when Victoria shifted lower on the couch, guided Sofia high

Sofia’s tongue dragged slowly through Victoria’s soaked folds, tasting salt and heat and the sharp edge of expensive perfume mixed with pure arousal. The vibrator buzzed relentlessly against Victoria’s clit, just above where Sofia’s mouth worked. Every time Sofia sucked or licked, Victoria’s hips jerked and a low, broken sound escaped her throat.“Deeper,” Victoria ordered, voice rough. Her fingers tightened in Sofia’s braid and pulled her harder against her cunt. “Don’t be shy now. You’ve been thinking about this for months. Show me.”Sofia obeyed. She pushed her tongue inside as far as she could, fucking Victoria with it in short, hungry strokes while the vibrator kept its merciless pressure on the swollen clit. The wet sounds filled the office—obscene, rhythmic, filthy. Victoria’s thighs trembled on either side of Sofia’s head. One elegant high heel dug into the carpet; the other had already slipped off.Victoria’s free hand shoved her blouse open completely. Her breasts spilled fr

Friday evening settled over the executive floor like a held breath.Most of the associates had left by six. The intern wing was already dark. Only the soft glow of Victoria’s desk lamp and the low hum of the air-conditioning remained. Sofia pushed her cart out of the service elevator at 6:20, the wheels squeaking once before she kicked the stopper down. She felt Victoria’s presence before she saw her—an almost physical pressure in the air, the faint trace of that expensive citrus perfume drifting from the open office door.Sofia kept her eyes forward and started with the associate desks, wiping keyboards and emptying bins with mechanical precision. Her body felt too warm inside the uniform. Every time she bent, the fabric of her trousers pulled tight across her ass; every time she reached, the shirt stretched over her breasts. She told herself she was imagining the weight of Victoria’s gaze. She was not.At 7:05 she wheeled the cart toward the executive bathroom at the end of the corr

The following Monday the executive floor felt different.Sofia noticed it the moment the service elevator doors opened. The air seemed tighter, as if the building itself was holding its breath. Victoria’s office door stood wide open. The desk lamp was on even though the sky outside still held the last grey light of evening. Sofia’s pulse gave an unwelcome kick. She pushed her cart forward and forced her face into the same blank expression she wore every night.Victoria was on a call when Sofia entered to empty the bin. She did not look up, but her free hand rested on the desk, fingers lightly tapping. Sofia moved quietly, lifting the heavy leather bin, tying the bag, replacing it with a fresh liner. When she bent to set the new bag in place, she felt the weight of Victoria’s gaze settle on the curve of her back and the way the uniform trousers stretched across her ass.She straightened slowly. Victoria’s eyes flicked up to meet hers for half a second—cool, unreadable—then returned to

Victoria Hale ran the top floor of Hale & Associates like she ran everything else in her life—clean, precise, and without apology. At thirty-eight she was the youngest managing partner the firm had ever appointed. Her suits were always black or charcoal, her heels always sharp, her dark hair always pulled into a knot so tight it looked painful. People in the building lowered their voices when she walked past. They called her “Ms. Hale” even when she wasn’t in the room.Sofia Reyes had been the evening cleaner for eleven months.She was twenty-six, smaller than Victoria, with thick dark hair she kept in a practical braid and a body that the cheap uniform shirt and trousers never quite managed to hide. Soft hips, full breasts that strained the buttons when she reached for high shelves, strong arms from hauling industrial vacuum cleaners and bags of trash. She hated the job. More than that, she hated the woman who signed her checks.Victoria had never raised her voice at Sofia. She didn’

For three long seconds no one moved. Goodness remained seated on David’s cock, the oversized shirt open, her bare breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath. David’s hands stayed locked on her hips. Both of them stared at Martins as if he might vanish if they blinked. His cock stood thick and hard from the open front of his trousers, the head already wet, the shaft flushed darker than David’s. Martins stepped closer until he stood beside the armchair. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from Goodness’s face with surprising gentleness. Then his hand slid down, cupped one full breast, and thumbed the nipple the way he had done a thousand times before—only now his son’s cock was buried inside her while he did it. “I said don’t stop,” he repeated, voice low. “Ride him.” Goodness’s eyes stayed on her husband’s face as she began to move again—slow at first, testing, then deeper, the wet sound of her cunt sliding on David’s shaft filling the quiet den. Martins watched