What a fucking asshole! Sex Suddenly, she saw a hand reach into one of her piles of paper and take something. Then I can blame Steven when it backfires. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, she gasped, and then she went limp. You know what? “Stephanie,” she heard a voice say. “Hurry up! Stephanie walked over to her desk, pulled out some tissues, and began cleaning the mess John left inside her. What a fucking asshole! She let out a moan, and gripped the desk. I’m done with this conversation.” John took a step out of Stephanie’s office. “Did you like that?” He asked. I’m just going to keep pushing him, she thought. Her moans of “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck” were met with thrusts from John’s hips into hers. She suddenly felt his shirt come off. She frantically grabbed at the other side of her desk and held on tight as a wave of pleasure hit her. But Mary is going to want us to get over it.” She took a breath and leaned back in her chair.
