The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the opulent office, a raw, wet rhythm that was all Rishabh. His powerful thighs drove his cock deep into Bhagyashree’s cunt again and again, the glass conference table shuddering beneath their weight.

“Fuck, Rishabh, yes! Right there!” Bhagyashree cried out, her head thrown back, her perfect tits bouncing with every one of his thrusts. Her fingers clawed at his forearms, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration, lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly filled by the man she craved.