Their bodies slide against each other, skin on skin, sweat glistening in the warm office light. Every movement sends shockwaves of pleasure through Rach, and she cries out with abandon as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to orgasm. Her hips buck faster against his thrusts, desperate for release.

With a hoarse shout, Rach comes undone, her entire body shaking violently as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her.

Her climax finally subsiding, Rach collapses limply against the desk, panting heavily. BadDog is still moving within her, his powerful thrusts driving deeper as he finds release as well. Their harsh breaths fill the air, and their bodies slick with sweat as they both ride out the last waves of pleasure.

Finally, as Rach feels him begin to soften inside her, she manages a weak smile up at him. "I think," she gasps, "