The next evening, Shanya could barely focus on her internship tasks. Her pussy still ached deliciously from the brutal fucking Vikram had given her on his desk the night before. His thick cum had leaked out of her all the way home, a dirty reminder of what her much older boss had done to her young body. She squirmed in her chair, thighs sticky, wondering if anyone could smell the sex on her.
At 9 PM, her phone buzzed with a text from Vikram: *My office. Now. Lock the door behind you, little girl.*
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