Ava knelt on the carpet, l*****g the fresh creamy mess off Mr. Kai’s desk like an obedient pet. Thick globs of his c*m mixed with her own juices coated her tongue as she slurped noisily, swallowing every drop while her boss watched with dark amusement.
Mr. Kai sat back in his leather chair, slowly stroking his still-hard c**k.
“Look at you,” he mocked. “A 24-year-old college graduate reduced to l*****g c*m off her boss’s desk after hours. Your parents would be so proud if they saw their precious daughter on her knees like a cheap office whore.”
Ava whimpered but kept l*****g, her p***y still twitching and leaking from the previous rounds.
When the desk was spotless again, Mr. Kai grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up.
“Strip completely,” he ordered. “Everything off. I want you n**
