The next hour, I was already in his office again. “Fuck, Lila, push that cum out harder. I want to see it drip down your thighs before you leave my office.” Damien’s voice cut through the room like a whip as he leaned back in his leather chair, legs spread, his thick cock still half-hard and shiny from my mouth. Marcus stood beside him, smirking, stroking himself slowly while staring at my ruined pussy. I stayed bent over the desk, ass up, breathing hard. My legs shook as I pushed, feeling their mixed loads leak out in thick, warm globs onto the expensive carpet. “Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from taking Damien down my throat. Marcus laughed low. “Look at that sloppy mess. Two loads in your cunt and you still want more, don’t you, slut?” I didn’t answer fast enough. Damien snapped his fingers. “Speak when we ask you something.” “Yes… I want more,” I said, cheeks burning. The words tasted dirty on my tongue but my body clenched anyway, pushing out another trickle. “Goo
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