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Anna's POV
Spencer Building, Owner/President/CEO's office arround 9- pm.
Anthony is Spencer Group of Companies' senior corporate lawyer and one of my sexual partners. I have sex with him if I feel horny or want to release stress.
I had a very stressful day at the office because of a trillion dollar deal with a multinational corporation.
Anthony and I passionately kisses each other's lips, in rhythm with our erotic touches, unclothing, pacing, moving, and positioning ourselves standing on the floor.
Anthony quickly open and wear condom.
I'm always safe from having sex with anyone because of my personalize contraceptive made especially for me by our pharmaceutical company.
Anthony lustfully kisses my lips moaning, gently push me on my back on the wall, fondle my breasts, pinch my hard nipples, stand firm on the floor, and thrusts hard the full length of his penis, base deep, and fast inside my pussy nonstop, as I lasciviously kisses his lips, squeal from his penetrations, squeezes his buttocks, stand firm on the floor, and spread my legs to accommodate his penis' every thrusts.
I scream, "Harder! Harder! Don't stop!", squeezing Anthony's buttocks for more penetrations.
Anthony groan, "Take this! Take this! Fuck!", licking my right hard nipple, and thrusting his penis harder, deeper, and faster inside my pussy nonstop.
Anthony and I climax together after hours of nonstop intense sex in different sexual positions.
I wrap my arms around Anthony's neck, tilt my head up, and moan, "Ohh!", with O shape lips open mouth, my eyes rolling under my eyelids, and 'come' on his penis deep inside my pussy.
Anthony squeezes my buttocks, rest his head on my breasts, and scream, "Anna!", his eyes rolling under his eyelids, and heavily 'come' deep inside my pussy.
Anthony embrace my body tightly, and kisses my lips, but I quickly move away from his arms after my orgasm settle down.
I flatly say, "I need the Brookshire report tomorrow morning.", while quickly picking up, and wearing my clothes, walking toward my office table.
Anthony flirtatiously say, "We can continue this "session" at my place…I can still perform…", quoting the word "session" with his fingers, mischievously smiling at me, and flaunting his still very erect penis, and bulging testicles.
I irritatedly yell, "No! Get out! Now!", cutting him off, while controlling my wobbly legs, and composing myself.
Anthony awkwardly say, "Okay! Geez! Report! Tomorrow morning! Got it!", while quickly picking up, and wearing his clothes, and walking fast to get out of my office.
