She still bitches about it

I get up, grab my laptop and stuff it into my bag. I can't wait to get home and keep fucking Luna. I can feel my dick getting hard again even just thinking back to just a few moments ago. I quickly open the window to get rid the sex smell in my office, before going back to the reception. Lunas eyes are glued to the screen infront of her and she is not looking at me or showing any sign of recognising my presence.

Let's go. I want to get out of here. My appartment is 10 minutes from the here. I whisper into her ear. She turns around You fucking busted your load into me! I could be pregnant!

So, why should we stop? I laugh. You wanted it... your body wanted it! It needed it! Otherwise your pussy wouldn't have massaged every drop of cum out of me...BUT if you don't want to risk anything further, I can only fuck your throat and ass if you want. You have 10 minutes to wrap everything up and come to my car, got it?

She isn't even looking at me. I grab her face and **** her to look at me Do you understand Luna?

She nods slowly before pulling free and sticking out her tongue. Asshole.

I grab her phone to make sure she comes to my car and leave. As I wait in the car, I can see her approach with her pussy and ass out since she didn't find another pair of pants. While I was waiting, I cracked her phone Pin. She gasps as she watches me scroll through chats and pictures. I find some chats with dudes, but nothing too interessting. She tries to grab her phone How did you findout what my Pin is?

I look her dead in the eyes You really think I never smelt the weed on you after your lunchbreaks? 69420 isn't a good Pin.

I open a chat with 'weedguy'. If you leak pussyjuice or cum onto my seats, you will pay for the cleaning. She grabs a hoody from the backseat to sit on.