Derek’s eyes burned with unchecked lust as he stared down at Stiles sprawled on her desk, her body glistening with sweat, her pink fat pussy still twitching from the orgasms he’d wrung out of her with his mouth and fingers. The office air was thick with the scent of sex—her sweet arousal mixed with his musky dominance. Papers scattered on the floor, the remnants of her authority crushed under their filthy encounter. But he wasn’t done. Far from it. “Get up, slut,” he commanded, his voice rough, pulling her off the desk by her wrist. Stiles stumbled, legs shaky, her massive tits heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

“Derek… wait, I can’t… that was too much already,” she panted, but her pussy clenched at his tone, betraying her.