“We have a meeting in ten minutes, so we have to be quick,” he groans, tugging my back against his chest as his hand slides under my dress. I can hear my wetness as his fingers start to fuck me, this burning need for him taking over and consuming me. “That all depends on how well you can take me, sir,” I tease. A moan escapes me as a third finger slides in. “Now stop talking and bend over and take it like a good fucking girl,” he rumbles into my ear.
