The conference room door locked with a soft click—Derek’s doing, ensuring no interruptions. The signed contracts lay forgotten on the table, ink still wet. All that mattered now was Stiles—naked, on all fours in the center of the plush carpet, body trembling with anticipation, massive tits hanging heavy and swaying, fat pink pussy dripping visibly down her thighs, ass cheeks spread slightly in invitation. Her white skin flushed deep pink, pink lips parted in a constant soft moan.

Tanaka stepped forward first, gripping Stiles’s hair, tilting her head back. “Let’s start. Open that pretty mouth, slut. Suck my cock while we fill your other holes.”