What do you do?
Resist
(Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, I have to make it to my desk.)
You quickly scramble to your desk and lean on it with both hands. You close your eyes as you orgasms continue with the unending vibrations in your pussy and on your nipples.
"What were you saying Miss Thompson?" Trish asks.
You slowly turn your head to glare at her.
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