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Silla shivers, and I worry that I pushed too hard. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve also never found someone this damn good before, either.

She stands pushing her pants and panties down before leaning over the desk to continue typing. Moving into her chair, I have the perfect view of her ass, her pussy lips playing hide and seek with my eyes as she moves.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re so damn beautiful. Keep working that big, sexy brain while I pull out my cock.”

Silla’s thighs rub together, and she huffs in frustration.

“Poor, sweet girl,” I murmur, pulling my cock out, grunting as I pump it twice.

Grabbing the globes of her ass, I spread them wide. “Isaac,” Silla whispers, and I slap one of her cheeks lightly.

As she gasps, I smile. “You have a task, Silla. Be a good girl. I’m hungry, and I don’t believe in skipping meals.

Whimpering, she leans over even more, her fingers flying as she works. Lazily flicking my tongue over her core, I groan as the flavor that is uniquely her bursts over my taste buds. I’ll never get tired of this woman.

Dragging my tongue from her clit to her tight asshole, I relish every moan as I eat her out. “Come for me, Baby. Don’t fuck up,” I sing out, pushing my fingers into her tight channel.

“Isaac,” she grunts, and her fingers stumble before continuing to work. Her pussy is fucking my fingers, and she’s glistening in approval of my efforts.

“What, Baby Girl. Do you need me to check your work, or do you want to come on my tongue?” I ask, relishing her moan as I roll her clit into my mouth, using just a little teeth.

“I want to come,” she keens, and I continue working. Through my exploration of her body, Silla’s fingers never stop working.

“You’re doing so good. You’re just about ready to sit on my cock. In fact…” I decide not to let her come on my tongue, maneuvering her hips to sit on me.

“What…?” Silla asks, glancing over her shoulder, to which I reward her with a spanking. Moaning, her body shudders as her eyes hood, turning back to her work.

My eyes are on her wet pussy, which is already swelling with need, as I line her over my dick. My head opens her wide, stretching her as she gasps.

“Oh my Gods,” she whimpers, and I growl in agreement. I work my way inside of her as I pull her hips until she’s sitting completely on my cock.

Rolling the chair closer to the desk, my eyes are on her monitor, as I breathe through my mouth to get used to her strangling my dick with her tight pussy.

“Keep going,” I tell her, strained. “Did you get everything?”

“Almost,” she breathes, checking a few more computers on the interface, glancing at the list I left for her. “I just need to look at one more place.”

Silla’s breath hitches as my dick twitches, and my head drops back. She feels incredible.

My eyes watch her work, my hands rubbing her legs, touching her everywhere but where she truly wants. The muscles in her body twitch from staying still, a light sheen of sweat beginning to break across her skin.

“Lift your arms,” I instruct, grabbing the hem of her shirt to pull it off.

Obediently, her arms go up, and I quickly remove it so she can go back to work. Kissing her shoulder, I inhale the scent of jasmine that’s thickening in the air. I’m going to need to move soon, though my cock is enjoying the snug hug Silla is giving me.

I want to ask her how she’s doing, but I don’t want to hurry her. Watching the screen, I notice that she is systematic and fast, sending the information before erasing her signature.

Soon she’s nodding as she leaves the company’s database. “Done,” she mutters, her hips moving slightly as she removes any traces of herself.

There’s no damn way someone found her out and was able to get her charged for hacking. Godsdamnit. That’s something I’ll be dealing with later.

“Good girl. You did everything right, removed your signature and closed all of your little bolt holes. Lean back and take your reward, Little Hacker,” I praise, pulling her body back so that she’s laying on my chest.

Lifting her legs, I drape them over each of my thighs so she’s splayed wide. Silla’s tits bounce slightly as her breathing gets heavier in anticipation.

“Still doing good?” I ask her, my hands brushing over her skin, pinching her nipples just enough that she arches into it.

Nodding frantically, her eyes roll over to mine, begging me to touch her without words.