The office session with the Helicopter position left both of them marked.

Eda’s smooth shaved pussy still ached in the most satisfying way from the constant, shallow G-spot hammering. Every time she shifted in her chair for the rest of the afternoon, a faint throb reminded her of how roughly Serkan had taken her. Thin traces of milk had dried on the inside of her bra. Serkan himself carried the memory in his body — the tight grip of her ankles, the rapid short thrusts, the way her smooth walls had convulsed around the head of his cock again and again.