Straightening clothing

As the three of you catch your breath, Becky reluctantly pulls her face away from Trish's now-sated pussy, her lips shiny with their combined juices. Trish collapses forward onto the couch, still impaled on your hard cock. You slide out of her and sit back, spent but feeling invigorated.

"I... I can't believe that just happened," Becky pants, a Cheshire grin plastered on her face. "That was intense."

Trish lifts her head, her eyes hazy with post-orgasmic bliss. "Damn... I needed that," she moans, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "And you two were fantastic together."

You manage a weak smile, still trying to catch your breath. "Wow... that was... um... unexpected..."

Trish chuckles and sits up, adjusting her skirt and smoothing out her clothes. "Well, you certainly know how to spice up a boring workday," she winks at both of you before standing up. "I'd better get back to work and... um... recompose myself."

She leaves the three of you alone, closing the door behind her. The room falls silent save for the sound of your heavy breathing and the humming of the air conditioner.

Becky looks at you with mischief in her eyes. "So, boss... what do you want to do now?”