Lay on the desk as Peta jerk you off and give you a messy blowjob

Peta smirks, a slow, lazy curve of her lips. "You're not in charge here, big shot," she purrs, her grip tightening. "Today, I am."

Before you can protest, she gives you a firm push, right in the center of your chest. You're so surprised by the strength in her slender arms that you stumble back. The backs of your thighs hit the edge of your desk, and you lose your balance, sprawling back onto the hard oak surface. The fall knocks the wind out of you, but the shock is instantly replaced by a dark thrill.

She stands over you, a magnificent, dominant creature in her red dress. She climbs onto the desk, straddling your hips, her knees pinning you down. The hem of her dress rides up, exposing the tops of her thighs, the bare skin a stark contrast to the dark wood beneath her. She keeps one hand wrapped around your cock, the other braced on your chest, her nails digging into your shirt.

"You get what I give you," she says, her voice husky. She leans down, her hair tickling your stomach. You feel her hot breath moments before her mouth closes over the tip of your cock.

It's not a blowjob. It's an assault. Her tongue is a wicked thing, swirling and probing. Her hand pumps in a merciless rhythm. She takes you deep, her throat constricting around you, and the sensation is so overwhelming you arch your back, a guttural groan tearing from your throat. She's sloppy on purpose. There's no elegance, only raw, messy need. Spit and pre-cum mix, the slick sounds obscene in the hushed room. She's worshiping and degrading you in the same breath.

Your phone buzzes on the floor, where it fell with the rest of the debris. Peta pauses, looking up at you from between your legs. She doesn't say anything. She just raises an eyebrow, a silent challenge. A dare to answer it. To let your wife's ringtone, a soft, cheerful little tune, be the soundtrack to this betrayal.

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