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As Ethan's fingers tangled in her hair, tugging gently as he guided her movements, his arousal building with each moment of her lips wrapped around his dick.
Miss Cynthia's hair which was pulled back and styled into a ponytail, added an extra level of intensity to the scene, enhancing the eroticism of their encounter.
Knock* Knock*
The sudden knock on the door sent a jolt of panic through Cynthia's body, breaking the spell of their intimate moment. She quickly released Ethan's throbbing member from her mouth and scrambled to compose herself.
Her heart skipped a beat at the unexpected interruption while her pulse quickened with anxiety as she hastily pushed Ethan under her desk, hoping he could hide there without being noticed.
"Quick, Ethan, under the desk!" she whispered urgently, her voice tinged with panic as she gestured for him to hide.
