No.

Lila didn't answer, instead redoubling her efforts. She hollowed her cheeks, creating a tight suction as she bobbed her head faster. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, tracing the prominent veins. One hand cupped and massaged his heavy balls while the other stroked what wouldn't fit in her mouth.

The man's hips began to thrust, forcing his cock deeper. Lila relaxed her throat, taking him to the root. Tears pricked her eyes as she fought her gag reflex, but she didn't stop.

Her own arousal burned hot between her thighs. Lila ground against her hand, **** for friction. She moaned around the thick cock in her mouth, the vibrations making the man curse and grab her hair tighter.

"Fuck, you little slut," he growled. "Gonna cum down that pretty throat."

Lila looked up at him through mascara-smudged lashes, maintaining eye contact as she worked him with lips, tongue, and hands. She could feel him swelling, pulsing, right on the edge.

With a roar, the man's hips jerked forward. Hot, salty cum flooded Lila's mouth in thick spurts. She swallowed greedily, milking every last drop from his twitching cock.

Finally spent, the man pulled out with a wet pop. Lila licked her swollen lips, catching a stray drop of cum.

"Damn," the man grunted, tucking himself away. "Thanks for that, sweetheart."

Without another word, he unlocked the door and lumbered out, leaving Lila alone on the grimy bathroom floor.

She stood on shaky legs, smoothing her skirt and rebuttoning her blouse. In the cracked mirror, Lila wiped smeared lipstick from her chin and finger-combed her tousled hair.

Her reflection stared back, flushed and disheveled. For a moment, shame and self-loathing threatened to overwhelm her. But Lila pushed those feelings down, locking them away in a dark corner of her mind.

She strode out of the bathroom with her head held high, the click of her heels echoing through the station as she made her way to the office.