After Demian's fiery confession of love, the night belonged entirely to Valerie and Demian. They made love seven times in a row in Demian's office relentless, unstoppable, like two starving creatures tasting hunger for the first time.
Each time their bodies joined, Valerie screamed and pleaded, while Demian answered with fierce, obsessive thrusts full of passion and need. The scent of sex mingled with sweat, tears, and their mingled fluids, saturating the air until every corner of the room was hot and sticky, as if the office itself had become an altar to their wildest, darkest desires.
The desk trembled beneath them as they fucked over and over, chairs knocked aside, papers scattered, even the curtains bearing the marks of their feverish hands and mouths.
