She see you notice

Rachel froze the second she realized I'd spotted her hand moving. Her cheeks flushed bright red, but she didn't stop. Instead she pulled her fingers out from under the desk, glistening with her own wetness, and looked me dead in the eye.

"I... I thought I was hiding it better," she whispered, voice shaky. "I've never heard anything like that before. The way you described Mia and Lily... what they did to you... it made my pussy burn. I couldn't help it."

She picked up her phone and dialed her husband. "John? How are the errands going?" She listened for a moment, then smiled. "Another forty-five minutes to an hour? "

Rachel stood up, smoothed her dress over her hips, and walked around the desk. She stopped behind my chair, leaned down so her tits pressed against my back, and reached past me to turn the lock on the office door. The click echoed in the quiet room.

"You got me too worked up to stop now," she breathed against my ear. "I want you to fuck me exactly like you fucked Mia and Lily. I want every filthy detail you told me—every position, every load you pumped into them—I want it all right here on my husband's desk."

She stepped in front of me, hiked her dress up to her waist, and bent over the desk. Her black lace panties were soaked through. She looked back over her shoulder, eyes dark with lust.

"Pull them aside and put that cock in me, Ethan. Right now."