KAYLA

My legs barely worked when he pulled out of me. I felt ruined, stretched, dripping. My pussy clenched around nothing, his cum already sliding hot and thick down the inside of my thighs.

I wanted to gather myself, at least fix my skirt, but the heavy knock came before I could move.

“Come in," the boss muttered, unbothered, like he hadn’t just destroyed me over his desk.

The door opened, and two guards stepped in. Their eyes flicked over me, and heat flooded my face. My cheeks ...