I stood there on shaky legs, my pencil skirt still bunched around my waist and my black lace panties hanging around one ankle. Thick streams of Marcus's warm c*m continued to leak from my stretched p***y, running down my inner thighs and dripping onto the hardwood floor of my office.
Marcus stood in front of me, his thick c**k still rock hard and glistening with my juices and his own c*m. He looked at me with pure lust in his eyes.
"Get on your knees, Dean Harper," he ordered again. "I want that pretty mouth wrapped around my d**k. Clean it up like a good little whore."
My face burned with shame, but my p***y clenched at his words. I slowly sank to my knees on the office floor right in front of him. The c*m leaking from me made a small wet spot beneath me. I looked up at him as I wrapp
