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With little force, the throbbing head of Max's cock slowly slipped between both folds. Expanding the hole inch by inch until it was able to fit halfway.

In response, Sloane flung her head backward. Hitting nothing but the elevator steel wall with a full thud.

Yet the pain didn't diminish the pleasure.

Her lungs screamed and her body short circuited, leaving her momentarily numb.

Just so to describe the feeling of Max's entrenched cock between her inner walls.

"Argh!"

Max grunted, swallowing a thick groan.

Not was she tight for him to fit, her slippery wetness lubricating him generated a more special feeling.

"Ahhhh–" her moans rang softly. Just as Max pinned both of her thighs to the wall with her legs far from the ground. Slowly thrusting into her halfway, she helplessly placed her hands over his shoulder.

"Ahhh- yessss- Hmmmm-."

Resisting the urge to feel his full cock inside her already. Max listened to her moans and kept up with it.

Fortunately a minute passed and she wanted him to increase the pace faster.

"Please can you go faster-" she pleaded, taking a pause.

Evidently the most crucial effect from the Luna Drop had worn off. Meaning that somewhere inside her eyes she must have gained partial awareness of what's happening and chose to go on.

"-ahhhh!" She barely completed her sentence when Max's thrust threw her into a higher pitch.

"Hmmmmmmmm- hmmmm- yessss-."

She moaned like it was a melody.

There were barely strangers so no words were needed between them.

Kpa! Kpa! Kpa!

"Ahhhh–! Ahhh-! Ahhh-!"

Very soon the distinct sound of sultry claps could be heard inside the elevator alongside the moans. His balls were slapping hard.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Sloane moaned one last time, her legs' visibly trembling.

The next thing Max felt were waves of her fluid drowning his lone member.

"-yessss!"

A few seconds passed and she was done letting off her steam.

With those loads of emotions released her rationality came back.

"Ahh!" She gasped from Max's nonstop thrust. Holding on to shoulders with gritted teeth trying to lower her moan.

Max also noticed this but simply kept thrusting.

Two minutes passed and Max showed no signs of exploding anytime soon.

That said he never fully inserted his whole cock inside her.

"Ahhh- sorry, ahhhh–, we have to end this quickly, ahhh-, the Provost is waiting." She said between moans.

"-Can I just jerk you so you can quickly spill it- ahhh-."

She further added, clearly expressing that she wanted them to head over to the Provost office as quickly as possible.

Realizing this, Max growled in instant disgust.

He then spoke for the first time since he started thrusting into her.

"Do you want me to stop?" He paused his thrust and met her gaze she wanted to avoid.

"Mmmm." She nodded in response as to which Max began to pull out without any delay.

He slipped the slimy half of his cock that had been inside her, letting go of her legs she failed to control and helplessly fell down.

"Ahhh-." She yelped from the pain. Whilst Max buckled his pants in silence. Clearly her selfish attitude had him provoked. All because he probably looked nice.

Sure an instant blackmail of what they did could restrain her and let him continue but Max didn't feel the need to.

He stood there while watching her struggle to stand.

Also understanding what she had done, the lady could only hiss from the pain.

Two minutes passed until she finally stood, albeit an awkward stance.

If anything, the elevator had inbuilt AC. There was no visible patch of sweat on their clothes.

"Follow me."

Finally done adjusting her dress to look less disheveled, she tried to compose herself forming the same temperament from earlier.

'Quite the thick skin.'

She pressed the only button in sight and the elevator doors let out a soft puff as they slid open.

Beyond the threshold lay a polished, quiet reception area—clean. Spacious, and corporate.

White panels, soft-gray carpeting, and a circular desk centered beneath a subtle skylight with an empty seat behind the desk.

'So she's the receptionist?'

Reading the room, Max thought.

At the far end of the office stood a large, matte-black door.

"The Provost is waiting,"

Without pausing, the lady tried to strode forward only to lean on her right leg the next instant.

A soft pained hiss escaped her lips. Her face turned red green in embarrassment but she dared not turn to glance back at Max who was the culprit.

Seeing this, Max showed no reaction. Just silently watching as she walked, hanging on one foot.

He had his one problem which was to let his bulge become less outlined through his pants.

Eventually they arrived before the door.

The lady took a step to the side, avoiding eye contact,-

"The Provost is inside."

Click!

Max pushed the door open and was welcomed by a wave of jasmine fragrance. Only to be left speechless by the stunning grace of the office.

Or was it?

What was supposed to be an office,was vast—high-ceilinged and minimal in clutter, yet layered in elegance and indulgence.

On one side sat a sweeping bed large enough for ten, veiled in a sheer satin canopy that shimmered faintly under soft lighting. The sheets were ivory, with intricate red stitching at the edges.

And that wasn't the major of them all.

'So this is where she does it?' Max couldn't believe it.

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