Sophia's chest rose and fell in sync with my movements, her breasts pressing into my hand.
After a bit, I pulled my hand away and grabbed her waist, pushing her against my cock, going a little deeper.
Sophia clung to me like a vine, her hips thrusting up with intensity. I grabbed her hips, lifting them higher, and picked up the pace and depth of my thrusts.
I kept going for about twenty minutes, and Sophia climaxed again. The wetness inside her created small waves, churning around. Her juices coated my cock, adding to the sensation, but even with all that warmth and wetness, I didn't feel the urge to finish.
With her legs pressed against me, I kept thrusting fast and hard.
After just five more minutes, Sophia climaxed again, shaking all over as I thrust even harder than before.
She started to resist, grabbing the pillow behind her tightly, pressing her feet against the cushion behind me, trying to pull away from my cock.
As she struggled to break free, I pulled her back and kept going.
"No... I can't take it anymore," she gasped.
"My pussy... it's going to break! Please... I don't want this," she pleaded, her voice trembling.
Unable to break free from me, Sophia changed tactics and grabbed my hand, begging for mercy.
I had been thrusting for almost an hour and was finally starting to feel it. I pressed her hips tightly against my cock, and soon, a stream of cum burst out.
My cum shot deep inside her, making me feel like I was filling her up completely.
Sophia's pussy was still very sensitive, and my semen stimulated her to climax again.
Her hands tightly gripped my muscular arms, her fingernails digging fiercely into my flesh.
After nearly ten minutes, she slowly recovered from the aftermath of the climax, releasing her grip on my arms and revealing faint nail marks on my arms.
I looked at the numerous scratch marks on my arms and the large amount of fluids on the sofa, including my semen flowing out of her pussy.
Especially on the surface of Sophia's pussy, moistened by the juices, it glistened and was covered with semen, looking very wet. Her pussy was swollen and trembling uncontrollably.
I reached out and touched her swollen pussy, which trembled violently at the slightest touch, oozing out a bunch of fluids.
"So wet," I teased softly.
Sophia glared at me and complained, "It's all because of you."
I just smiled and didn't say anything, grabbing two tissues from the table and gently wiping her pussy. The tissues were completely soaked as soon as they touched her.
"Are you losing control? It's been constantly flowing out." I muttered in confusion.
"Nonsense! You have no idea how wet I was just now. I felt like the moisture inside me was about to overflow from my mouth" Sophia glared at me, clearly not thrilled with my recent performance.
"Who told you to be so eager at the beginning? I thought you were into role-playing." I scratched my head awkwardly. But seeing her all sweaty, I felt a bit guilty.
"Where's the bathroom? Go wash up," I suggested.
"It's in the lounge, just push the door in my office." Sophia weakly pointed to the white door by the wall.
"Got it, I'll carry you there." I bent down, picked up Sophia, and headed towards the lounge.
The lounge was similar to Hannah's, with a big bed in the middle, a desk, a cabinet, and a bathroom.
But Sophia's lounge also had a large plush sofa against the wall, which gave me ideas for future promotions where we could make love in this lounge.
At that time, I could have sex with her on the bed, hold her against the cabinet, press her against the glass of the bathroom, in the bathtub, or against the cabinet and sofa.
The entire lounge could become our love nest.
Not only that, but every corner of her office was much more spacious than her supervisor's office.
Next to the bed was a large floor-to-ceiling window, where I could have sex with her while admiring the outdoor scenery, which would be incredibly enjoyable.
I carried Sophia into the bathroom, and to save trouble, I stood with her in the shower area to bathe her, lathering her body with shower gel and rinsing it off with water.
Finally, I wrapped a towel around her and carried her back to the room, tucking her into bed to rest.
"Need some clean clothes or pajamas?" I asked.
"What time is it now?" Sophia's voice was hoarse, probably from the intense moaning earlier.
I checked the time on my phone in my pocket, saying, "Seven in the evening."
"Help me get clothes from the office, I have to go back. Otherwise, my husband will come looking for me at the company. If he sees me in different clothes, he'll get suspicious."
Upon hearing this, I hesitated for a moment, pursed my lips, but decided not to say what I was thinking.
Actually, I wanted to tell her that she didn't need to worry so much about whether Robert would come looking for her.
After all, Robert should be busy enjoying the warmth of another woman's embrace.
But I was afraid she would react like she did with Emily, dragging me to catch Robert in the act, and I would once again appear in his mistress's sight.
The first time, I wasn't sure if Robert saw me. But if I showed up at the scene of Sophia catching them in the act a second time, he might suspect that Sophia and I were having an affair, or that I was the one who reported them.
If that happened, he might target me and undermine me at work, which wouldn't be good for me.
"Okay, I'll go get it for you." I could only comply with her request.
When I brought back the clothes for Sophia to change into, I also put on my own clothes.
"Do you have the strength to go downstairs?" I asked, concerned.