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Marilyn pov

It takes at least fifteen minutes to get from the company to home. Fifteen minutes – that's ample time to indulge in many activities with Lynn, who is currently in heat.

A partition separates the front and back seats of the car, and as I raise it, the back seat transforms into a private soundproof space.

I listen to muffled and husky breaths coming through my headphones, relishing in the audacity of my actions.

The person on the screen descends from the bed, the view swaying before finally steadying at the desk.

Since Lynn is sitting on the bed, holding the phone in hand, I can't get a clear view of his entire appearance.

Lynn settles into the chair at the desk, placing the phone on the table. The room is well-lit, and this angle captures almost all of Lynn within the frame of the camera.