Go to work.

"Where's the big guy?" you hear a vaguely familiar voice say, "I gotta congratulate him for the Northside deal!"

"I'm sorry, he's attending meetings off-site all day," Gemma replies, running her fingers through your hair. "Can I take a message?"

You've been parked under Gemma's desk all day, your face buried in between her legs as you eat her out non-stop. Your lips are drenched with her juices, dripping down your chin as you obediently lap away at her pussy. Your cock is still erect, hanging out of your pants and dripping pre-cum all over the carpet beneath her desk. Gemma pulls your head closer as another orgasm shudders through her, grinding her pelvis up against your face as you are practically drowned in the flood of her cum. You have no idea how she is able to keep a straight face whilst talking to the person standing on the other side of the desk, who is oblivious to your presence underneath, but you hear her scribbling someone on a piece of paper with a pen against the wooden tabletop above your head.

"Thanks for dropping by," she says to the visitor, "I'll let him know you came to visit."

As her orgasm subsides, you wonder how many hours are left in the day, but dutifully continue to lick away with your sore and tired tongue.