I leaned against the back of the soaked leather couch, my legs barely holding me up. Thick rivers of Marcus's c*m poured endlessly from my swollen, gaping p***y and ran down my thighs all the way to my heels. My office was a complete disaster. The floor was wet with puddles of squirt and c*m, the couch cushions were ruined, and papers were scattered everywhere. My blouse hung open, my breasts red and marked, and my pencil skirt was nothing more than a bunched-up belt around my waist.
Marcus stood in front of me, his muscular body glistening with sweat. His thick c**k was still hard, twitching, and coated in our mixed juices. He looked at me like he wanted to devour me completely.
"Turn around and spread your legs," he commanded. "I am not done wrecking that married cunt yet."
I obeyed w
