Not to be His Little Secretary

Lethia watched as a woman with shoulder-length orange hair was tangled in an intimate act with four men. 

She sat atop her desk—no, there was a man already seated on it, and she was sitting on his lap in reverse cowgirl position, his cock buried deep inside her. 

With a sultry expression, she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, her face twisted in pure bliss.

"Fuck you, Callista—hah—can your dick-starved pussy give me a mercy today? Hah—arghh…" The man beneath her groaned, his voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and pleading.

Two other men stood on either side, each hungrily sucking on her breasts while her hands worked their hard lengths in steady strokes. A fourth man knelt between her thighs, his tongue greedily worshipping the soaked heat between her legs.

Lethia knew that what these five cum-drenched bodies were doing was far from appropriate for anyone else to witness.