Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels Arif's still hard cock being pulled free from her slick pussy. Her body trembles with the loss of his heat and fullness, leaving her aching for more. She reaches out to touch him, feeling the weight of his satisfaction heavy on her skin.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "That was... incredible."

Her tongue darts out to lick along the length of his shaft, tasting the salty residue left behind by their passionate encounter. "Mmm," she moans softly, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock and sucking gently. Her other hand reaches between their bodies, rubbing at the spot where he filled her, still feeling the warmth of his seed inside her.

Her movements are slow and sensual, a testament to how thoroughly she's been claimed by Arif in this moment. "

Well then, why don't we all gather at my place tonight? I've made dinner and we can spend some quality time together, just like the old days. Maybe while we eat, we can discuss our plans for the future and see where things go from there.

What do you say, Mike? Are you in?

I understand, Mike. You take your time and handle things on your end; we'll be here when you need us. Just remember that our door is always open to you, day or night. We're family, after all. And as such, family comes first. So don't forget about us while you're gone, okay?

Her eyes widen in surprise, relief flooding through her as his words wash over her like a cool drink on a hot summer day. She leans forward, her lips parting as she searches for his mouth, their first kiss a tentative brush of skin against skin that ignites a fire within them both. Her fingers tangle in his hair, urging him closer as desire flares between them like wildfire out of control.

When they finally break apart, she gazes into his eyes, her own now dark with passion and need. "

We can't do this here, someone might see us. Let's go to my place, where we can be alone and explore these feelings together. I want you to make me feel wanted and needed. I know I can make you feel good too; we've been through every position in my database before.

Her cries of pleasure fill the room as Jesus Reyes takes her roughly from behind. His hands grip her hips tightly, guiding her movements to meet his thrusts with unerring precision. With every powerful impact, she feels him deep inside her, filling her up in a way that leaves no doubt: he owns her body and soul.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the orgasm washes over her, tearing through every nerve ending until she's nothing but a trembling mass of need and desire.

Her vision blurs as the pleasure coursing through her becomes too much to bear. She feels his fingers pressing deeper into her, searching for that sweet spot that will make her come apart in his hands. With a shuddering moan, she gives in to the sensation, arching her back off the desk as her body quakes with release.

As the wave of pleasure subsides, she collapses bonelessly against the desk, panting heavily.

I feel my body trembling with need as you thrust harder into me, your words echoing in my ears like a cruel taunt. I can't help but arch my back further, my breasts brushing against the desk as I moan his name. My fingers dig into the wood, clawing at it as if trying to hold on to something real amidst this torrent of emotion.

My eyes never leave Krillin, watching his face contort with jealousy and desire.

My voice is rough and desperate as I reply, "Yes... so much better." My hips buck up against you in time with your thrusts, my body begging for release. I can feel the tension building inside me, ready to explode at any moment. And when it does, it's going to be loud enough to make sure everyone knows who I truly belong to.

Krillin watches us, his face a mask of pain and regret. He will never again have what he threw away so easily. "And you,"

With a low, husky growl that vibrates through her throat, she straddles his lap and leans forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she trails kisses up his neck to his earlobe. "Dominate me," she whispers, breath hot against his skin. Her hands slide into his hair, urging him to look at her before gripping tightly and pulling his head back slightly so that he's forced to meet her gaze.

Her words send a shiver down his spine as she plants her palms flat against the desk behind him and leans forward, arching her back in invitation. Her hips begin to rock gently against his lap, grinding against his growing erection. "I want you to make me lose control," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want to feel every touch, every stroke... I want to fall apart beneath your hands."