The knock echoed again, sharper this time, pulling me out of the haze of pleasure like a bucket of ice water. Rick's c**k was still buried deep inside me, twitching with the promise of more, and I bit my lip to stifle a whimper as he held still, his breath hot and ragged against my neck.
My body was on fire, p***y clenching around him involuntarily, every nerve screaming for him to keep moving. But reality crashed in...the voice on the other side of that door could ruin everything we'd just started.
'Rick? Everything okay in there?' The cashier's tone was laced with boredom, like she couldn't be bothered but had to check.
I could picture her out there, scrolling through her phone, oblivious to the fact that her boss...or whatever he was, had me bent over his desk, skirt hiked up, t**s
