threesome

"Good boy," Rafaela stroked the nape of Lucas's neck before kneeling before Denise. "Now watch how a lady is served."

And then she plunged her tongue into Denise's throbbing vagina, making her scream as her legs trembled. Lucas watched, drooling on his bound arm, as Rafaela imprinted her dominance on the raw skin—a signature no one could ever erase.

The office shook with Denise's moans, who gripped Rafaela's hair and thrust her hips forward, begging for more. Lucas, unable to contain himself any longer, began to masturbate while watching, his fingers digging into his own thighs.

Rafaela, sensing the moment approaching, pulled Denise forward, aligning their mouths. Lucas gasped when he saw Rafaela plunge her tongue inside, exchanging the taste of her own vagina with his.

"You like this, don't you, love?" Rafaela whispered, licking Denise's lower lip. "Seeing your colleagues submitting to me?"

Denise groaned, her eyes rolling back. "Yes... yes, Ma'am... delicious."

Rafaela laughed and, without warning, pushed Denise back, causing her to fall onto Lucas. The intern groaned as the wet manager sat on his face, her tongue already finding Denise's swollen clitoris.

"Now, Lucas," Rafaela took his stiff member in her hand, "you're going to learn how to serve a real lady."

And as Denise mounted Lucas's face, Rafaela guided his penis into the manager's vagina, making them both scream together. The music continued to play, but the only rhythm that mattered was the sound of bodies slapping, tongues licking, and moans mingling.

The office air grew heavy with the smell of sweat and desire, each of Denise's moans echoing against the frosted glass walls. Lucas, his wrists still tied to the chair, gasped against her damp skin—his tongue tracing frantic circles on her clitoris while Rafaela controlled the rhythm of the thrusts, her hand firm on Denise's waist.

"Slower," Denise moaned, her fingers buried in Lucas's hair, but Rafaela only laughed, increasing the pace.

"You ask as if you have a choice." Her voice was a thread of defiance, and with a brusque push, she **** Denise to arch back, her breasts swaying as Lucas drank every drop of her. The scene was almost violent in its rawness—Denise's makeup smeared, her legs trembling, her nails leaving red marks on Lucas's flesh.

Rafaela stopped suddenly, pulling Denise by the hair until their lips were inches apart. "Swallow."

And before Denise could answer, Rafaela spat into her open mouth, mixing saliva with the bitter taste of sex. Lucas watched, mesmerized, as Denise swallowed, her eyes tearing up with submission.

"Good girl," Rafaela murmured, caressing his cheek before turning to Lucas. "Now you."

Her fingers closed around his neck, cutting the air for a second that felt like an eternity. When she released, he coughed, but his gaze was incredibly alert—like a cornered animal that finally understood its cage.

Rafaela smiled.