How long had we been at this? It felt like we'd been having sex well into the night. The room was thick with the heady scent of sex, and the floor was a chaotic mess of clothes and puddles of semen and love juices.
Irene had more stamina than I could have hoped for. Despite my relentless pounding and filling her to the brim, she was still conscious and ready for more.
I'd taken her in every corner of the office. First, I fucked her on the table, then moved her to the shelf, driving into her from behind. Next, I bent her over near the window, hitting it from behind again. Finally, I had her sit in a chair behind the table, fucking her face-to-face after our window session.
