Margaret stood frozen, her breath coming in short, uneven pulls. Every hard thrust from Alex seemed to travel straight through the door and into her body.
She could hear the heavy, wet sound of him driving into Victoria... deep, relentless strokes that made the desk creak. Through the narrow gap, she watched Victoria's body jolt with every impact, her thighs trembling, her whole frame shaking under the force of him.
Margaret's own legs felt weak.
She closed her eyes for a moment.
In her mind, it was no longer Victoria on that desk.
It was her.
She imagined Alex standing between her legs, gripping her hips the same way, pushing that thick cock deep inside her with the same merciless rhythm. She could almost feel the stretch, the heavy fullness, the way he would force her open with every thrust.
Her fingers, already pressed against the soaked fabric of her panties, began to move.
Slowly at first… then matching the rhythm she could hear from inside.
