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As Ethan emerged from beneath the desk, he loomed over her with a mischievous grin.
"Well, Miss Cynthia," he purred, his voice low and seductive, "are you going to finish what you started before we were so rudely interrupted?"
Then, with a smirk, he pressed his throbbing hard dick against her lips, teasingly tracing them with the heat of his member.
Cynthia's breath hitched as she felt a rush of anticipation flood her senses once again, her heart pounding in exhilaration at the illicit thrill of the moment.
Cynthia's breath hitched as she muttered, "At least... L-Lock the door first," her voice barely audible over the thudding of her heart.
Her gaze, however, never strayed away from the sight of Ethan's hard and throbbing member hovering over her face, her breath quickening with each passing moment as she became intoxicated by his scent.
