Chapter 31: Not to be His Little Secretary
Lethia watched as a woman with shoulder-length orange hair was tangled in an intimate act with four men.
She sat atop her desk—no, there was a man already seated on it, and she was sitting on his lap in reverse cowgirl position, his cock buried deep inside her.
With a sultry expression, she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, her face twisted in pure bliss.
"Fuck you, Callista—hah—can your dick-starved pussy give me a mercy today? Hah—arghh..." The man beneath her groaned, his voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and pleading.
Two other men stood on either side, each hungrily sucking on her breasts while her hands worked their hard lengths in steady strokes. A fourth man knelt between her thighs, his tongue greedily worshipping the soaked heat between her legs.
Lethia knew that what these five cum-drenched bodies were doing was far from appropriate for anyone else to witness.
And yet, she couldn’t look away—not because of the act itself, but because of the expression on the woman’s face. There was no shame, no hesitation, only raw, unfiltered pleasure, completely owned and embraced. It was captivating.
But still, Lethia’s mind reeled, struggling to comprehend that she was witnessing this right before her eyes. She spun around abruptly, forcing herself to breathe evenly, though the wild moans and slick, obscene sounds behind her only made her pulse race.
What shocked her even more, however, was Renar who casually lounging on the sofa, watching the debauched scene unfold as if it were an everyday performance, something meant to be observed without shame.