JUSTUS’S POV.
I screamed! “Oh! Justus! Yes… y-yess! Do it!” and I squatted again.
He did it harder in my p***y, thrusting his d**k in again, this time harder as my breast was dancing in the step.
Then, he let out a loud moan “Ohh-hhhh” he said, almost shivering.
As usual, he poured c*m in my p***y… and I stood up, laid my hands on the wipes to do the needful.
“Maya.” he moaned my name and was feeling it.
I paused, turning back at him. “Yes?”
“Next time,” he snorted, “Do not wait until I call you.”
My breath caught a bit as I was nodding.
“I won’t.”
As I stepped out of his office, one thing got clear in a way I couldn’t snub it anymore…
I wasn’t just distracted.
I got addicted to it.
…
It was Saturday morning at about 5am, my d**k erected as usual morning routine, I felt
