Chapter 192 Under The Table

• Goodness woke up the next morning with Jordan’s dried cum still sticky between her thighs. She had barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt his thick cock stretching her married pussy and heard his dirty words. Her body ached in the best way, but shame burned in her chest. Mark had called late last night from his hotel in Singapore, talking about his meetings and how much he missed her. She had answered with a sweet voice while Jordan’s load still leaked out of her.
• She stood in front of the mirror, touching the dark hickey on her neck. Makeup would hide it, but she could not hide how wet she already felt again. “What am I doing?” she whispered. But her pussy throbbed at the thought of today’s 10 AM board meeting.
• At the office, she wore a tight white blouse that showed the shape of her full breasts and a black pencil skirt that hugged her round ass. No panties, Jordan had texted her that morning: *No panties today, whore. Keep my cum inside you.*