Aftercare

You stay buried inside her for a long moment afterwards, both of you breathing hard, the table still warm under her palms. When you finally pull out, the thick length of you leaves her with a wet sound and a slow trickle of cum that runs down the inside of one toned thigh.

Cheryl turns, drops to her knees on the conference room carpet without a word, and takes your cock in both hands. She is still flushed, skirt rucked up, but her focus is absolute. She leans in and begins cleaning you with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue, licking away every trace of the mess the two of you made. The flat of her tongue runs from the base to the head, then swirls around the sensitive ridge, gathering what is left of your release and her own wetness.

She works with patient attention, nursing the softening length until it starts to thicken again under her mouth. Soft kisses along the shaft. Gentle suction at the head. Occasional deep takes that let you feel the back of her throat. All the while she talks in a low, almost conversational voice, debriefing as if the spreadsheets are still open between you.

“You fuck harder than I expected,” she murmurs against the side of your cock. “I thought the frustration would make you rushed. Instead you stayed deep and kept going after I came. That is rare.” Another long lick. “Your wife is an idiot. This should be inside someone every morning, not left to cool off in a bathroom stall.”

She takes you further into her mouth, cheeks hollowing, then pulls off with a wet pop and continues stroking with both hands while she speaks.

“The photo was a test. I needed to know if you would stay polite or finally push. You pushed. Good. I like a man who stops asking permission once the door is locked.” She leans in again, tongues the underside, feels you harden fully in her grip. “We still have the presentation on Friday. I can still take the whole account if I want. Or we can keep settling things like this and see which one of us ends up on top.”

Cheryl settles into a steady rhythm, nursing you back to full hardness with the same focused care, lips and tongue and soft hands working together while the fluorescent lights hum and the dark office stays silent beyond the glass. She shows no sign of stopping.