Chapter 1877
Forget it, let him have a little fun as a reward, Audrey thought, giving in. Her strong, shapely legs were firm and powerful, and her enticing, wet opening was barely concealed. Audrey couldn't resist touching herself, feeling the smoothness of her labia. She bit her lip and gently spread them, slipping her fingers inside, a rush of tingling pleasure washing over her as her fingers were quickly drenched.
Despite usually being aloof, Audrey's desires were even stronger than Vanessa's. But with Jason away, she had to rely on artificial means to satisfy herself, which never truly fulfilled her. Quentin's embrace today had brought her to the edge almost instantly.
"Ah, ah, ah," Audrey moaned, her fingers moving inside, hitting the sensitive spots. Her labia minora swelled with arousal, tightly wrapping around her fingers. She savored the lingering sensation of her orgasm, thinking about how desperately she needed this. She hadn't even been fully penetrated by Quentin; just a few thrusts through her clothes had made her feel this way. She couldn't imagine the ecstasy if he actually entered her.
But how could she possibly have sex with another man? Audrey had never considered it, though the thought of that orgasmic pleasure kept tempting her. Leaning against the bathroom door, her curvaceous hips swayed, and her legs pressed tightly together. Her fingers worked furiously, stimulating her inner walls, and her juices flowed freely, soaking her thighs.
Audrey bit her lip, pushing her hips forward, fantasizing about being penetrated deeply by a man. Soon, another wave of unparalleled pleasure washed over her, and her loud moans echoed in the bathroom. Her body trembled as her juices gushed out, bringing her to another orgasm.
This time, though, it wasn't as satisfying as being held by Quentin. Something was missing. Audrey's face showed a hint of longing. Masturbation could never compare to real sex, but she couldn't just have sex with another man, especially not with Quentin, her colleague. The thought alone scared her.
After catching her breath, Audrey stepped into the shower, adjusting the temperature. The bright bathroom light and the steam highlighted her tall, voluptuous body, making her even more enticing. Her smooth, fair skin glistened, her arms soft and supple, exuding mature femininity. Her breasts bounced joyfully, firm and perky, with pink nipples that begged to be sucked and licked.
Audrey closed her eyes, turning on the shower. Her rounded hips and thighs were full and firm, without any excess fat. Her buttocks were incredibly elastic.
It was a shame that such a perfect body went unappreciated. Audrey soaped herself up, her fingers gliding over her breasts, abdomen, and hips, finally washing her dense pubic hair. Her thick, firm buttocks jutted out, revealing her enticing opening.
As she cleaned herself, the tingling sensation returned. Quentin's faint smile and his bulging shape flashed in her mind, making her shiver. Damn it, what was wrong with her? It was just a hug, yet she couldn't think straight. He was just a colleague, nothing to dwell on. Even if he had a big penis, she didn't care.
But her itch was intense, like feathers lightly brushing inside, making her squirm. She could only thrust her fingers into her opening, stirring her inner walls. The itching intensified after her fingers passed through, and Audrey bit her lip, heading to the vanity. She pulled out a crystal dildo, washed it under the shower, and eagerly inserted it, thrusting it inside. Her satisfied moans filled the bathroom.
That weekend, the school had a sudden event requiring some teachers to participate, and both Quentin and Audrey were on the list. Quentin arrived early, found a corner, pushed some chairs together, covered himself with a jacket, and fell asleep.
Ten minutes later, a tall, voluptuous figure hurried in—Audrey.
She glanced around the office. Quentin's corner was hidden, and covered with a jacket, it just looked like a pile of clothes.
Audrey took off her black coat and outerwear, preparing to change into her event outfit. Seeing a mirror nearby, she couldn't help but admire her own sexy, curvaceous body, her fingers lingering on her breasts and hips. She lamented that such a beautiful figure went unappreciated.
Quentin, half-asleep, suddenly heard movement. He looked up to see a half-naked woman in front of the mirror, wearing black lace lingerie that hugged her voluptuous body, posing seductively.
What was going on? Quentin was stunned. It was Audrey! When had she come in? Her back was to him, her smooth, soft skin fully exposed, and her round, perky breasts were visible in the mirror, creating a deep cleavage that made his blood boil.
Her slender waist led down to a pair of plump, firm buttocks, wrapped in a thong. Her legs were encased in sheer black stockings, her mature, seductive figure making Quentin burn with desire. He wanted to strip her and ravage her right there.
Audrey usually treated Quentin with cold indifference, almost ignoring him. Her occasional glances were filled with suspicion and distrust, which frustrated him. But he was used to such looks; most women at school treated him that way, though Audrey was more blatant about it.
Seeing her still posing in the mirror, unaware of his presence, Quentin felt awkward. Should he greet her or pretend to sleep? Better not risk it; she already had a poor impression of him. If he greeted her now, she'd think he was spying on her.
Quentin cautiously tried to cover himself again, but Audrey's sharp eyes caught the movement in the mirror. She turned and demanded, "Who's there? Come out!"
Quentin, caught off guard, had to sit up and explain. But Audrey, seeing a man suddenly appear in the office, screamed in fright.
Worried she'd call the police, Quentin rushed to cover her mouth, whispering, "It's me, Quentin."
Audrey, recognizing Quentin, relaxed but realized their compromising position. Her body was pressed against Quentin's, his strong arm around her waist, her breasts nearly touching his face. She instinctively squirmed, which only heightened Quentin's arousal.
He felt her breasts brushing against his face, her smooth skin against his nose. One hand covered her mouth, the other held her waist, and her plump buttocks pressed against his abdomen. Quentin couldn't help it; his penis quickly hardened, pressing against her vulva.
"Ah..." Feeling Quentin's erection against her sensitive area, Audrey's muscles tensed. She had always been virtuous, never this close to another man besides Jason. Her mind went blank as Quentin's heat rubbed against her, sending waves of pleasure through her.
This sensation shocked and shamed Audrey. How could she enjoy this? Yet her body responded, her breasts rubbing against Quentin's face, her nipples hardening under his warm breath.
Quentin savored Audrey's voluptuous body. She was similar to Vanessa—beautiful, with a quiet allure, tall and curvy, with firm breasts and a round butt. But feeling Audrey's body up close was different.
He was used to Vanessa's sexy figure, but Audrey's was taller, with breasts two cup sizes larger.
Audrey's breasts were firm and bouncy, though Quentin hadn't had the chance to fully explore them. This was just his first impression from holding her briefly. His penis, pressed against her moist vulva, made him burn with desire. Just as he was about to strip Audrey and ravage her, his phone rang.
Startled, Quentin let go of Audrey and answered the call. It was Vanessa, asking if Audrey had arrived.
"Ms. Johnson just got here," Quentin said, glancing at Audrey. Her face was flushed, her expression seductive, unlike her usual cold demeanor. His abdomen heated up, his penis still hard.
After hanging up, Quentin saw Audrey had finished changing, her face stern. "Why didn't you say anything earlier? Were you spying on me?" she demanded coldly.
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