Marina. Part 2 "What, Again!"

Some time had passed since the events described in the first part. Work went on as usual. The intern also periodically helped Marina, and they communicated mostly about work matters. In the evenings, he sometimes replayed in his memory the images of the milf standing doggy-style, with her back and ass covered in his cum. He wanted to plunge into that enticing pussy again, but there was one problem: Marina never stayed alone with him. All he could enjoy were fleeting glances at her ass when she bent over for something, and looks at her cleavage. Another couple of weeks passed like this. And then, one day during the lunch break, the Intern went to the break room to

have a snack and rest. He didn't know that a pleasant surprise awaited him there, namely Marina. That day, she hadn't gone home as usual but had stayed at the office. Marina thought everyone had gone out to lunch and suspected nothing. Entering the room, the Intern saw Marina sitting on the sofa with her head thrown back and her eyes closed. That day, she was wearing a white, sheer blouse through which the outline of a white bra covering her breasts was visible, and a black, tight skirt just above the knee. She was sitting with her legs crossed, and the guy was treated to an exciting view of her firm thighs and powerful calves; at the sight, his cock instantly stood at attention. Not believing his luck, he stood quietly in the doorway, admiring the view. Marina didn't notice him and continued to sit with her eyes closed. The Intern decided he needed to use this opportunity. He quietly locked the door, even though there was no one else in the building, but the risk of being accidentally caught outweighed everything. Then he slowly moved towards Marina. At the moment he almost reached her, a treacherous floorboard creaked under his foot. This sound brought Marina to her senses. "You!" she exclaimed in surprise, opening her eyes. She immediately stood up from the sofa and wanted to leave, but the guy blocked her path. "Move aside!" she said, but he didn't react. She stepped back towards the table opposite the sofa and turned her back to the guy. At that moment, one thought was spinning in her head: "Again?" Marina felt the guy's hands touch her waist; she sharply turned around and, raising her hand, wanted to slap him, but he had good reflexes and caught her hand in mid-air. After that, using the momentum, he turned her back to him, pulling her arm behind her back and holding it with his hand. With his free hand, he began to knead her breast through her blouse and bra. Marina tried to break free, but she was securely restrained. The fingers of the guy's free hand began to battle the buttons of her blouse; though not immediately, they gave in one by one, and after a while, his hand, lifting her bra, was already touching her breast. Her breathing was rapid from anger; she was again in a hopeless position and understood that she would be fucked again. Meanwhile, the guy's hand landed on her thigh, and she felt her skirt sliding up towards her waist. Lifting the skirt, the guy saw that gorgeous ass again, just like last time, in white thong panties. The Intern slipped his hand between Marina's thighs and began to touch the inner surface of her thighs and her pussy through the fabric of her panties. Then he pulled the string of the thong aside and secured it so it wouldn't bother him. Next came the sound familiar to Marina of a belt buckle being undone, followed by the "zip" of a zipper. The guy's cock was already fully erect, leaking precum. He knew he needed to act quickly because he had about an hour before employees started returning from lunch. So, he quickly lubricated the entrance to her vagina and his cock with saliva and, placing the head at the entrance, entered that desired womb again. He began to fuck Marina at such a pace that it seemed he wanted to pierce her through with his cock. His balls slapped loudly against her ass, echoing in the room. Marina stood there, biting her lip and quietly whimpering in time with his thrusts. He also kept her arm pulled behind her back, while his free hand kneaded her breast, which swayed over the table. Then the guy pulled her away from the table and, releasing her arm, turned her to face him. Marina ended up with her back to the sofa. He pushed her, and she landed on the sofa. Next, he positioned her more comfortably. He lifted and spread her legs apart and then mounted her, pressing her into the sofa with his weight. The old sofa, under the weight of two bodies, let out a long creak. He entered her again and began to fuck her with powerful, fast thrusts. The creaking of the sofa filled the room, accompanied by the loud slapping of balls against ass. The guy threw Marina's legs over his shoulders and continued to fuck her. If viewed from the side, a magnificent picture opened up: a young guy holding the powerful legs of a gorgeous milf spread out beneath him on his shoulders and fucking her wildly. Marina came again; she felt ashamed that it had happened again, and not from her husband's cock. The guy felt it; he himself was close to finishing. A moment later, with a squelching sound, he pulled his cock out of her vagina and began to cover Marina's stomach with his seed; the streams powerfully hit her belly, reaching her breasts. She lay there with her eyes closed and her head slightly turned away. Seeing this, the guy got an idea; he reached into his jeans pocket, took out his phone, and then quietly took several photos. He thought he might somehow use them if the opportunity arose. He now understood that Marina was on his hook. Then he left again, leaving her lying there, all smeared with cum. Marina got up and quickly began wiping off the cum with tissues, as the first employees were starting to return from lunch. When finished, she buttoned her blouse, straightened her skirt and hair, and then went to her workplace. So passed another day for the married milf mother, and recently, the office toy. To be continued...