As time dragged on, Dwight showed no signs of leaving, much to Mary's frustration. She reached into White's pants, stroking his now flaccid cock.
Before long, he was hard again, and Mary took it out, sucking on his large glans.
White's legs trembled with pleasure, but he managed to stay composed while talking to Dwight.
After what felt like an eternity, Dwight finally left.
White pulled Mary out from under the desk, bent her over it, yanked down her jeans, and without hesitation, entered her.
Mary let out a soft cry, her face lifting, her buttocks raised, her brows furrowed, and her mouth half-open, savoring the pleasure.
She moaned softly.
With her upper body lying on the desk, she swayed with White's vigorous thrusts, panting softly.
Her panties were still hanging on her legs; Mary couldn't spread them apart, making her lower body tight, intensifying the sensation. She furrowed her brows, half-opened her mouth, and kept twisting her round buttocks.
