Max is riding and Jamie is cooking

You look over at Jamie, hoping for some kind of intervention, but he's too busy typing away, a smug grin on his face. "What are you doing?" you demand, trying get Max to stop, but she's surprisingly strong.

"What does it look like, baby?" Max says, her voice still that of a seductive siren, as she continues to rock her hips. "I'm riding my fiancee's cock. What else would I be doing?"

Her words hit you like a truck, but the pleasure is too intense to think straight. You start to thrust up into her, unable to resist the temptation she presents. She gasps with each stroke, her breasts bouncing in your face. You want to cover them with your mouth, to taste her again, but you're too overwhelmed by the sensations.

Jamie laughs, his eyes glued to the show. "Looks like you two are really into each other now," he says, not even bothering to hide the smugness in his tone. "Maybe I should start a betting pool on how many girls you'll bang this week, Alex."

Max throws him a glare over her shoulder, her pace on your cock never slowing. "You're not helping," she says, her voice a mix of annoyance and pleasure. She turns back to you, her eyes locking onto yours. "Fuck me, baby," she says, her voice a low growl. "Make me feel like the only girl in the world."

You can't deny the power of her words, and you give in completely. You start to pound into her, her pussy tightening around you with every thrust. She throws her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream, and you know she's close. "Cum for me, baby," you whisper, your voice strained with the effort of holding back your own orgasm.

Max's eyes roll back in her head, and she cries out, her body convulsing around your cock. You can feel the warmth of her juices spilling over your balls as she reaches climax. It's all too much, and with a roar, you empty yourself into her, your hot seed filling her up. She collapses onto your chest, panting heavily, and you hold her tight, feeling her heart racing in time with your own.

For a moment, there's only the sound of the two of you trying to catch your breath, the clacking of the keyboard from Jamie the only other noise in the room. "Looks like you guys have worked something out," Jamie says, his voice filled with amusement. "Now, let's get back to business, shall we?"

Max lifts herself off you, her eyes still glazed with satisfaction, and you notice that she's not bothering to fix her disheveled clothes. "Don't worry, Alex," she whispers in your ear, her breath hot and sweet. "I've got a little something in place to make sure things don't get too out of hand."

You look at her questioningly, and she winks. "Trust me," she says, her voice still filled with that seductive purr. She stands up and sashays over to Jamie, her hips swaying in a way that leaves no doubt about what she's offering. "Now, what else can we do with this wonderful program of yours?"

Jamie's eyes follow her, his fingers pausing on the keyboard. "Well, we could always make sure that no one ever suspects that we're the ones behind these changes," he suggests, his grin widening.

"Oh, I like that," Max says, perching on the edge of the desk and leaning into him. "Make it so that if anyone ever brings up the subject of the program or the changes we've made, they just laugh it off as a wild imagination. They'll think it's just a funny joke or a ridiculous rumor."

Jamie nods, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he starts typing away. "Alright, let's add that to the mix," he says, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "But first, I've got a little something for our dear Alex here," he says, turning the laptop so that Max can see the screen.

Max leans in, her interest piqued. "Oh, do tell," she purrs, her hand absentmindedly playing with one of her breasts.