Change position and get down on the floor [Mainline]

You both change the position and move to the floor, the cold tiles contrasting with the heat of your bodies. You lie back, pulling her on top of you, her body pressing against yours, the feel of her soft skin against your chest sending sparks of pleasure through your veins. You kiss her deeply, your hands exploring every inch of her body, feeling the smoothness of her legs, the softness of her breasts, the warmth of her core.

Unbeknownst to either of you, a shadowy figure moves through the darkened corridors of the office, footsteps silent against the polished floor. The figure's approach is deliberate, each step bringing them closer to the gents' toilet.

"God, Radha, you’re so beautiful," you whisper, your voice breaking with desire. "I need you, now."

She nods, her eyes burning with need. "Take me, Sujit. I want to feel you inside me."

You position yourself, guiding your erection to her entrance, the anticipation making your breath catch. You push gently, feeling the resistance of her virgin flesh giving way to the intensity of your desire. She gasps, her body trembling with the **** of the moment, as you slide in, inch by inch, until you are fully inside her. The sensation is overwhelming, the feeling of her warm, tight walls wrapping around you sending waves of ecstasy through your body.

You start to move, your hips rocking against hers, the sounds of your moans and the slap of skin on skin filling the small stall. Radha's fingers dig into your shoulders, her body arching with each thrust, the intensity of the moment building to a fever pitch. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust is a testament to the desire that has been simmering between you for so long. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the passion and heat of the moment.

As you continue thrusting into Radha, the world narrows down to the sensation of her body and the heat of the moment. Your hands grip her, your movements growing more urgent, driven by your shared passion. Suddenly, a knock sounds on the stall door: "Thak thak."

Both of you freeze, your minds racing. 'Who would be knocking on the toilet stall at this time of the night?' you whisper, your voice barely audible. Another "Thak thak" resounds, the sound more insistent this time.

Fear and surprise grip both of you. You quickly ask Radha to get into a corner of the stall, away from the door, to hide, given that this was a gents' toilet. You take a deep breath, ready to ask who is outside, when the door is suddenly kicked open with a single powerful blow.

Standing in the doorway is your boss, Mr. Unnikrishnan. His tall, muscular figure fills the frame, his dark, intimidating face staring intently at your naked bodies. Both of you quickly try to cover yourselves with your hands, awkwardly and ineffectively.

"S.. Sir, I.. I can expla...", you hesitantly try to explain the situation, your words stumbling out in broken sentences, but Unnikrishnan stops you mid-sentence. "I knew about your little secret affair all along," he says, his eyes roving over Radha's naked body. "Security cameras are everywhere."

Radha, trembling, tries to apologize. "Thi.. This will never happen again, sir. We're so sorr.. sorry."

Unnikrishnan's gaze doesn't leave her as he responds, "No need to be sorry. I'm here to teach you a lesson. In the jungle, only the mightiest of the lions gets to hunt the most beautiful of the deers." His analogy sinks in, the horror of the situation becoming painfully clear.

Unnikrishnan steps forward, towering over Radha, who is cornered on one side of the stall. He removes his formal shirt, revealing a dark-toned, hairy chest. He continues, unzipping and removing his trousers and underwear.

Radha's eyes widen in terror as Unnikrishnan's 10.5", soda-can-thick, dark black dick, with vains all over, springs free. She had never seen a cock this big. Tears roll down her cheeks as the depth of the situation hits her. You, cornered on the opposite side of the stall, is horrified as well looking at that moster of a cock and frantically try to think of a way out.

"Please, sir, don't do this," you plead, your voice shaky. "Let us go, please."

Unnikrishnan ignores you, placing his solid hand on Radha's shoulder and pushing her down. Her knees buckle under the **** as she drops to the floor, his monstrous shaft now level with her face, just inches away.

You think about intervening to save Radha...