"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

Mrs. Laurent’s sharp erotic moan echoed through the staff office.

Gripping onto the two edges of the desk, Mrs. Laurent lay on it with widened eyes from Miles’ chokehold as he leaned in to stifle her moan.

Mrs. Laurent was far from being athletic, so the adjustment of her leg being raised over his shoulder caused a sharp pain that was soon compounded with one smooth, direct thrust from Miles. It pistoled through her inner walls, easily crushing the tight clench of her pussy to strike at her core, her g-spot.

"A&:$$:><<}|£}{...." Her shocked, never-felt-before moan came out as a breathless whistle as Miles tightened his choke.

A wave of ecstasy hit her, bringing her to orgasm instantly.

Kpa! Kpa!

Leaning his body as he stood on his tiptoes, Miles used the weight of his body to thrust, making it a rewarding exercise due to the retaliation of her pussy each time he pulled back.

Mrs. Laurent’s pussy was extremely creamy, swallowing his cock size without difficulty, and the clapping sound produced as their flesh kissed was very satisfying, filling them both with passion and more desire to keep it going.

Miles didn’t disappoint.

Kpa! Kpa! Kpa!

He had sacrificed thrusting speed, but the sensation of each thrust was no less, carrying a sense of depth, power, and weight to it.

Thankfully, he was choking Mrs. Laurent, or else her loud, chaotic moans would have resounded through the school.

Despite three orgasms in a row, Miles never stopped; he pushed through the quivering sensation and still fucked her.

Naturally, being on the receiving end of such hardcore action, the current Mrs. Laurent was no longer recognizable. Her face was covered in sweat, strands of her hair clinging to her forehead. Her eyes frequently opened and tightened shut, her pupils vanishing as she jolted from each thrust. Her face was beyond flushed—slutty, naughty, and totally absorbed in the act.

"Hmmmmmmm."

Mrs. Laurent could only hum, firmly gripping his hand that choked her.

Also, the sight of her titties shaking without ceasing provoked the desire to deepen his thrust, leaving him a little aggrieved that he couldn’t touch them at the risk of letting her moan as she wished.

’Fuck.’

Feeling close to the peak after eight minutes, Miles cursed and pulled out.

"Hmmmmm. Hmmmmm. Ahhhhhh."

The moment he let go, her stifled hums turned into erotic gasps.

Smack!

Miles tapped her face to wake her up.

"Shut up. Are you on contraceptives?"

Regaining some of her senses, Mrs. Laurent realized she had moaned too loud and quickly nodded.

"Good."

Feeling excited, he kept her leg down and smacked her thigh as a sign she should get up.

"Hmmmmm."

Stepping down, Mrs. Laurent didn’t wait to be told before she turned over and positioned her ass to be fucked in a stand-up doggy.

Her ass was itching for a back shot.

Miles placed one hand on her back and easily guided his cock to find her pussy.

The next moment, he smoothly slid in and felt the tight warmth of her dripping pussy.

"Ahhhh—" Smack!

Mrs. Laurent’s gasp was quickly cut short with a smack from him.

"Control it, or do you want to lose your job?"

If they were caught, Mrs. Laurent was going to receive the largest fallout from it, so he thought to remind her not to get too carried away.

"Hmmmmm."

Following a slow thrust, Mrs. Laurent bit her lip while holding the desk for support.

Whilst from behind, Miles held the two sides of her waist and began to thrust.

"Hmmmm. Hmmmm. Hmmmm."

Her erotic hums sounded continuously as Miles explored the depth of her pussy, the force of his thrusts enough to make her arms ache each time.

"Mmmmmm. Faster, yessss," she squeezed these words through, hissing as her pussy clenched and fluttered, gushing out fluid that dripped to the floor.

"Argh."

But this time, she wasn’t alone.

The seething sensation of Miles’ cum spreading inside her womb as it overflowed from her pussy caused her to freeze and hold the desk tight.

Miles held her ass until he could feel the last of his cum deposited inside her. Pulling back his shrinking brother, his eyes darted towards the wall clock.

’Shit! Less than two minutes. Someone should be coming any moment from now.’

After a swift clean with Mrs. Laurent’s dress, Miles tucked his pants and dashed towards the locked door while buckling his belt.

Click!

The moment he opened the door, he heard a couple of steps approaching.

In fact, they were seven steps from reaching the door, but the owners of those footsteps sounded to be in a conversation, so they hadn’t noticed the click from the door.

Turning to glance behind him, he saw Mrs. Laurent still resting on the desk trying to recover as his semen dripped from her pussy in a thin stream.

’I’ll be damned.’

Cursing inwardly since the people outside would probably hear what he was saying, he activated his true speed and appeared behind Mrs. Laurent in three steps.

"Are you stupid? They are coming."

The moment Mrs. Laurent heard this, she revealed a panicked expression, not knowing what to do and stunning Miles.

"Sit."

He quickly whispered to her and grabbed the torn underwear to clean the cum on the floor in one stroke.

He grimaced afterwards at the sound of Mrs. Laurent’s clicking footsteps. Turning, he saw she had flipped her skirt down and was now fitting her boobs where they belonged.

By the time she sat behind her desk, she had pulled down her top.

Click!

"Are you always occupied?"

The door was slowly being pushed open and the conversation slipped through the cracks.

There was another click as a beautiful long leg in red-and-black designer heels slipped through the crack and presented a stunning Miss Emily.

’Fuck.’

Noticing he still held Mrs. Laurent’s underwear that he had used to wipe the floor, he threw it to the latter.

At the door, Miss Emily stared in shock and instantly understood what happened.