Sidnaaz hot shot: Fucking my assistant

 Siddharth was busy glaring at Kushal, his new business partner as kushal was busy admirring his assistant Shehnaaz

Shehnaaz held sid's hand under the table.

After a few moments sid felt kushal leaning towards Naaz so he slipped his hand inside naaz's skirt inside her panties

Naaz let out a little gasp, and Kushal glanced at her, intrigued, his eyebrows quirking up with the precision of practiced charm. Sid squeezed her hand tighter beneath the table, a silent claim. Naaz squirmed in her seat, her face a mosaic of amusement and embarrassment. Sid could feel the heat of her skin, the way her body reacted to both the intruding hand and the imposing gaze from across the table. 

Kushal leaned back, unperturbed, drumming his fingers against the polished mahogany, every movement deliberate. There was something infuriating about his coolness, the way he seemed to gather the room's attention with his mere presence, like some effortless gravitational force. Sid withdrew his hand from Naaz's thigh, a tactical retreat, and she adjusted her skirt with a subtle, defiant flourish. 

"So," Kushal said, his voice smooth as silk. "Shall we move forward with the proposal, then?" His eyes darting towards Naaz.

My team will let you know the details of this project. 

Kushal nodded and after some time left the room not before sliding his no. To Naaz.

After he left Sid pulled Naaz on his lap, tearing her blouse

open with an urgency that bordered on violence, exposing the lace of her bra. She sucked in a breath, the shock of the move amplifying the tension already ricocheting between them. Sid kissed her hard, his mouth crushing hers, tasting a mingling of revenge and desire. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him close, and for a brief moment, the awkwardness of the boardroom—the gleaming table, the spilled water glass, the faint scent of Kushal's cologne—only made the transgression sweeter.

"Did you like his attention?" Sid murmured, lips at her ear, hand threading through her hair and yanking her head back so she faced him fully. "Did you want him to look at you like that?"

She smiled, a slow and dangerous thing. "Maybe. Did you?"

But before she could continue Sid thrusted his 10 inch fat cock in Shehnaaz's mouth

licking it, teasing it with her tongue. Sid closed his eyes, tipping his head back, the sensations shooting through him as his fingers gripped her hair tighter, guiding her rhythm. The air felt charged, buzzing with the kind of electricity that only comes from the thrill of taking something forbidden.

Naaz moved with an artful precision, her mouth working up and down, drawing Sid deeper into a haze of lust and anger. He let out a low groan, each vibration reverberating through his chest, their earlier tension now an erotic energy that pulsed between them. 

"You're such a little slut," Sid gasped, his voice rough, an edge of admiration in the insult. "You like making me mad, don't you?"

His breathing grew ragged, each inhalation a struggle against the intensity of the moment, as Naaz pulled back long enough to flash him a wicked grin. "Only when it ends like this," she said, her voice breathy,

Sid then unhooked her bra and squeezed her big 40dd boobs making milk drops fall.

Sid pushed on the glass wall as he thrusted his cock in her ass pressing her naked front on the glass wall

While his four finger were in her cunt 

Naaz cried out, the sound mingling with the loud thud of their bodies against the glass. The city spread out below them, indifferent to the spectacle, oblivious to the friction and chaos above. Sid's muscles strained with each thrust, each movement an attempt to stake a claim, to erase the footprints Kushal had left behind with every lingering look. 

Naaz clawed at the glass, her nails dragging lines across the surface, her breath fogging up the pristine transparency. Her moans echoed in the sterile boardroom, a sharp contrast to the cold, professional air it had held minutes before. Sid's fingers worked relentlessly, the palm of his hand slick and warm against her skin. 

Naaz's legs trembled around him, a tension building that threatened to explode. She gasped his name, a breathless exclamation, and he responded by pounding harder, faster, fueled by the raw need to mark her.

As he felt she was close he removed his cock from her ass and his fingers from her cunt

Naaz whimpered but he pulled her head and whispered 

Are you needy my whore. If so then beg for me bitch

"Please, Sid," Naaz managed, her voice a desperate plea, shivering with desire. "Fuck me."

He looked at her while she net on her knees and crawled towards him her big boobs bouncing with every step.

She spread her legs open her naked dripping cunt.

She then held her boobs and squeezed them while he spanked her ass and said

You are mine to fuck slut. You just mine

Naaz's voice grew more insistent. "Yes, yes, just yours."

Sid watched her, savoring her submission, his own breathing jagged with the crescendo of the moment, then he slammed his cock in her cunt making her entire body shake with the impact. 

Each thrust was relentless, her moans filling the room, as he kept pounding her slick inner walls. Her fingers gripped the floor, searching for something to hold on to, the force of his rhythm pushing her to the brink. 

"Say it again," Sid demanded, his voice a low growl, his body insistent, a masterful machine of flesh and bone.

"Only yours, only yours," she gasped, each word coming out in staccato bursts, her need raw, her skin luminous with sweat. His name tore from her lips like a chant, echoing in the sterile space, melding with the rush of her pulse.

Sid felt her tighten around him, her cries reaching a

new fever pitch, and he came hard, shuddering into her with a final, punishing thrust. For a moment everything went black, the city lights behind the glass blurring into constellations as if they, too, were delirious with hunger. 

Naaz slumped forward, boneless, her hair falling in a silky curtain over her face. Sid held her, chest rising and falling as if he’d just run a marathon, his hand lazily tracing the curve of her back. Her skin was sticky, radiant, and despite the rawness, she laughed—low, husky, with a victory that belonged as much to her as to him. 

He righted her gently, brushing hair from her cheek, surveying the wreckage: the upturned chairs, the scatter of torn fabric, the flash of her panties on the floor. Even the city looked different, wild and unrecognizable, as if their chaos had leaked into the skyline. 

Naaz looked at him and took his lips in a sound crashing kiss and whispered 

I'm only yours.