The desk was a mess of scattered papers, but neither of them gave a fuck. Bhagyashree’s blouse was already open, her perfect tits spilled into Rishabh’s hungry hands. He groaned into her mouth, his tongue fucking hers with the same desperation he felt in his cock, straining against his trousers.
“Fuck, Bhagya, I need you,” he growled, biting her lower lip. “Right the fuck now.”
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