Creative Meeting

They barely touched the spreadsheet but somehow Bill still finished on Veronica. He bent her over the conference table first, yanked her skirt up, and drove into her like the client deadline didn’t exist. Veronica braced, tits mashed against the cool glass, moaning every time he bottomed out. Chairs toppled when he switched to standing. Papers scattered. He fucked her against the whiteboard, balls-deep, slapping skin so loud the hallway definitely heard. Eventually she straddled him in the boss’s chair while he thumbed her clit, and that’s when she milked the load out of him. Thick ropes painted her insides and dripped down his shaft onto the leather. Relationship upgraded. Deadlines still pending.