Jenny couldn’t stop thinking about Charles all week. The way his thick c**k stretched her, the way he f****d her bent over the couch like he knew exactly what she needed. Every time she sat at her desk at work, she felt a little ache between her legs and remembered his c*m leaking out of her. By Wednesday she was dying for more.
During her lunch break, she locked her small private office door and sent him a quick text: “My office. Back door. Now. I need you inside me.”
Charles replied with just a thumbs-up emoji. Fifteen minutes later, there was a soft knock at the back entrance. Jenny’s heart raced as she let him in. He stepped inside wearing jeans and a simple black t-shirt, already looking hungry. The moment the door clicked shut and locked, he pushed her against the wall.
No hello.
