Daisy inspires a noise complaint

"Oh my God your fucking DICK," Daisy screamed. For the first few minutes she had tried to keep it quiet, almost professional, but once Mr. Johnson had wound himself up that was impossible. He was pushing her face into the cold, uncomfortable metal of the hood while he pushed his cock into the warm, comfortable pussy she was spreading open for him. With nearly 12 hours of sexual tension between them, he was railing her harder than she had been fucked in - well, 12 hours.

"Yeah you fucking slut, waking up at 1 in the morning just to take some fucking cock," Mr. Johnson grunted as he railed her.

"I wasn't sleeping baby," she moaned. Just like he liked it, she had her hands behind her back to hold her ass cheeks apart for him. "I was fucking myself all night long hoping you would call!"

"You fucking got it, bitch," Mr. Johnson said. Whenever they fucked outside the office, he always let a little bit of hate slip into his words the way he slipped into her. Outside the office, nobody could complain about the noise.

Well, not nobody.