The following afternoon, the office buzzed with the usual post-lunch energy, but Shanya was a mess. She sat at her desk just outside Vikram's office, legs crossed tightly, trying to ignore the constant ache between her thighs. Vikram's cum from last night had dried on her skin, but her pussy was already leaking fresh arousal. Every time he called her in for "work," her panties soaked through.
At 3 PM, his deep voice crackled over the intercom. "Shanya. My office. Bring the quarterly reports. And lock the door."
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