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Graham feels you tighten around him, and he couldn't help but moan before biting his lip to muffle himself. He gently pushes down your back, pressing your warm, soft chest against his cold, metallic desk. You peek over your shoulder to see him tucking his turquoise tie between his teeth and grab your hips.
Despite your attempts at being quiet, the room echoed with soft claps when he delivered slow, deep strokes inside of you. He feels you smacking against his hips, and it makes him resist the urge not to moan louder. Instead, he grunts and clutches your jaw. His heated pants tickled your skin as he whispered in your ear, "Good girl... such a good girl. You're doing such a good job taking me... just let me know if this gets too much for you, okay?"
You moan in response, almost entirely unaware of what he was saying. The feeling of his cock knocking inside of you made it hard for you to listen, let alone comprehend. Graham then massages firm patterns against your clit, making you cry out with pleasure.
Suddenly, rumbling bangs of metal pounded the floor below, and Graham loosened his tie to gently slip it between your lips. Right on cue, Boulder from downstairs shouted, "Graham! Is everything okay up there? Is She okay? I heard a scream!"
And.... pause! That's all for now!