Aria was still lying on the desk when the door opened again.

Twenty-three minutes had passed. She had counted every one of them while her legs stayed spread and Damien’s cum slowly cooled as it leaked from her used pussy onto the dark wood. Her thighs trembled from holding the position. Her boobs rose and fell with every shallow breath. The office was silent except for the soft tick of the clock and the distant murmur of voices beyond the heavy door.