Cassandra’s vaginal juices spurted with each of Andrew’s thrusts, and as their movents accelerated, the obscene sound of their bodies colliding beca audible. The office, normally a place of silence and work, now echoed with Cassandra’s moans and Andrew’s gasps. The air was charged with palpable sexual tension, growing more intense with each thrust.
Cassandra, her hands gripping Andrew’s shoulders, arched her back, her body responding to the urgency of the mont. Her firm, trembling breasts moved in ti with her hips, while her parted lips released moans that seed endless.
Andrew, his muscles tense and his face flushed with exertion, increased his pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and more desperate. His eyes, fixed on Cassandra’s, reflected the desire that consud them both.
The moisture between their bodies was evident, the scent of sex filling the space, mingling with the sll of paper and cold coffee that usually dominated the room. Cassandra, feeling the pleasure building inside her, tightened her legs around Andrew’s waist, as if she wanted to rge with him.
"Harder, Andrew... don’t stop," Cassandra whispered between gasps, her voice husky and full of need. Andrew, wordlessly, obeyed, his hips slamming into hers with a force that made the desk creak under his weight.
The sound of the yielding wood mingled with Cassandra’s moans, creating an obscene symphony that seed to defy the office walls. Cassandra, on the verge of climax, closed her eyes, her face distorted with pleasure.
Her hands, which had previously clung to Andrew’s, now slid down his back, raking his skin with her nails. "I’m going to... I’m going to co," she moaned, her voice shaky and full of anticipation.
Andrew, feeling Cassandra’s body tense beneath his, sped up even more, his thrusts now frantic, almost desperate. Cassandra’s climax ca like a wave, sweeping away everything in its path.
Her body shook violently, her muscles contracting around Andrew, who couldn’t help but let out a grunt of pleasure. Her juices splashed out one last ti, wetting the makeshift sheets they’d spread across the desk.
Cassandra’s strangled scream filled the room, her voice breaking into a long, deep moan that seed to last an eternity. Andrew, without stopping, continued moving, his breathing ragged and his face sweaty.
He was close too; he could feel it in the tension of his muscles and the rapid beat of his heart. Cassandra, still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, raised her head to look at him, her eyes glowing with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. "Don’t stop... cum with ," she murmured, her voice soft but firm.
Those words were enough to push Andrew over the edge. With a throaty growl, he sped up one last ti, his thrusts now short and fast, as if he were searching for sothing inside her.
His body tensed, his hands gripped Cassandra’s hips tightly, and finally, he exploded. His breath hitched, his face distorted into an expression of pure ecstasy as his cum filled Cassandra in hot waves.
The silence that followed was almost as intense as the climax itself. Andrew and Cassandra’s bodies remained motionless, their ragged breaths filling the space. Sweat glistened on their skin, and the scent of sex perated every corner of the office. Cassandra, her eyes closed, smiled softly, feeling Andrew’s weight on top of her, his heart beating against hers.
Andrew, finally catching his breath, struggled to his feet, his body still shaking from the exertion. He looked down at Cassandra, who lay on the couch, her hair disheveled and her face relaxed but content.
"You’re amazing," he murmured, his voice husky and full of admiration. Cassandra slowly opened her eyes, her pupils dilated with pleasure, and smiled back. "So are you," he replied, her voice soft but laden with aning.
They both knew that what had just happened wasn’t just sex. It was sothing more, sothing that had connected them in a way they couldn’t explain with words. As Andrew leaned in to kiss her softly on the lips, Cassandra closed her eyes, letting herself be swept away by the sensation.
The world outside that office seed nonexistent, and for a mont, all that mattered was the warmth of their bodies and the intensity of what they had just shared. But, like all things, that mont, too, had to end.
Andrew slowly pulled away, his gaze still locked with Cassandra’s. "We should... we should go," he said finally, his voice hesitant. Cassandra nodded, though neither of them seed in a hurry to move.
As they dressed in silence, reality began to filter back into the room. The sound of footsteps in the hallway, the murmur of distant voices, the ticking of the clock on the wall—everything reminded them that the world kept turning, oblivious to their unbridled passion.
Cassandra, adjusting her skirt, looked at Andrew, who was buttoning his shirt with trembling hands. "This... this can’t happen again," she said, more to herself than to him. Andrew nodded, though they both knew it was a promise they probably couldn’t keep. The desire that had brought them to that mont wasn’t sothing they could easily ignore.
As they left the office, their hands briefly brushing before parting, they both wondered what it all ant. Was it just a passing encounter, or was there sothing more between them? The entire interaction from beginning to end was awkward, and it was only after they left that Cassandra realized she hadn’t gotten what she ca for.
She had co to Cors Palace with the intention of finding out why Andrew hadn’t sought her out more, and why his absence was due to the fact that he no longer needed whatever it was he needed from her.
Instead, she ended up dancing in front of him, and they had even had passionate sex for a couple of hours. She hadn’t even thought about it when the mories of what had happened flooded back, and she couldn’t help but blush.
"I can’t believe I did all that," was what she thought, and with good reason. She went to try to figure out the situation and ended up cumming nonstop, moaning like a bitch in heat on Andrew’s big cock.
Just rembering everything that had happened, her pussy, which seed to have dried up from cumming so much, beca moist again, and she instinctively reached for her crotch and began to touch herself.
Only a few seconds had passed, and she quickly withdrew her hand, sowhat fearfully, thinking, "What the hell am I doing? Did I really need this that much?" Letting out a sigh, he cleared his mind and continued staring at the road without focusing on anything in particular. He just wanted to distract himself from the dirty and obscene thoughts that were invading him.
For his part, Andrew was happy. He had achieved his goal, and sohow, he believed that Cassandra wouldn’t resist his advances from now on. "I should have listened to you from the beginning," Andrew said, talking to Fluffy.
Fluffy didn’t respond; she just snorted as if to say, "Obviously." Andrew could only laugh at her attitude, but didn’t pursue the subject further. He simply went to the bathroom to take a shower and clean up.
Normally, Andrew had showered with Cassandra, but she seed to want to leave quickly, so they didn’t even do that. To be honest, if they had entered the bathroom together, they would probably have been there for another two hours.
On the other hand, Andrew’s wives, especially Candice, Helena, and Victoria, who had helped him with this whole plan, were curious to know the details of what had happened.
It wasn’t that they wanted to know why he and Cassandra had been locked in the office for several hours, as the answer was obvious. The walls may have been soundproof, but that didn’t an they wouldn’t know they were having sex.
What they wanted to know was how they had gotten to that point? From what they had proposed, that step was still a long way off, as their plan was a bit conservative, and they didn’t know Fluffy had incited him to be direct and aggressive.
Shortly after, Andrew finished showering and changing, so he left the office and called one of the employees to clean up. With so many orgasms, Cassandra had made a ss, and the office was unusable.
Fortunately, the Palais de Cors, like the Palais de Cannes, was enormous and had several offices, unlike the early Heavenly Palaces, which lacked administrative facilities like offices.
Initially, Andrew’s pleasure houses were focused on business, and with the little money he initially had, he preferred to spend more on ballrooms and rooms for entertaining clients.
However, things were different now. There was plenty of money, so Andrew didn’t limit the facilities he, his wives, and those close to him used. The last two Heavenly Palaces had a layout for different purposes.
There were the business areas, where courtesans, clients, and other employees operated. There were the offices, laboratories, and other auxiliary facilities for the work of Andrew, his wives, and those close to him.
Finally, there was the residential and leisure area. This was where Andrew, his wives, children, and guardians lived, with rest rooms, massage rooms, large bathrooms, and much more.
In one of the other offices in the facility, Andrew’s wives were waiting for him to arrive and tell them everything that had happened. He felt neither embarrassed nor ashad about it and walked over to talk.
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