Kitty Forman stormed back into William Barnett’s sleek Chicago office, her heels clicking like gunfire on the polished floor. The others had left—Jackie, Red, even Steven—but she wasn’t finished. “You owe me a fur coat, Mr. Barnett,” she declared, planting her hands on his desk. “I raised that boy for twenty years. The least you can do is thank me properly.”
William leaned back in his leather chair, a slow smile curving his lips. “A fur coat? That’s quite a thank-you, Mrs. Forman.” His voice was rich, amused. “You sure you’re not scared of collecting it from a man like me?”
Kitty’s cheeks flushed, but she held his gaze. “I’ve never been with a black man before. It’s only ever been Red. But I love my husband, and I’m still here demanding what’s owed. So no, I’m not scared.” She stepped closer, the tension crackling. “Call me Kitty.”
“Only if you call me William,” he replied, rising. The air thickened as he rounded the desk. Their banter sharpened—witty jabs about Hyde, about Chicago nights, about what a proper thank-you really looked like—until his hands found her waist. Kitty’s breath hitched, but she pulled him closer, strong and unyielding.
Clothes fell away in heated urgency. William’s cock hardened against her, thick and insistent. Kitty’s pussy grew wet, dripping with anticipation as he bent her over the desk. “You’re horny for this, aren’t you?” he murmured, sliding into her. She gasped, panting, “William—yes.” He thrust deep, her ass pressing back, sweat beading on her skin.
The rhythm built, explicit and raw. Kitty came once, then again, her body clenching around his cock as he groaned and spilled cum inside her. They were still joined, sweating and panting, when the door opened.
Hyde stood frozen, twenty-one and wide-eyed. “Hyde,” William said calmly, still buried deep, “your Mrs. Forman deserves a proper thank-you. Lick her pussy nice and wet for us.”
Hyde hesitated only a moment before stepping forward, the father-son bond shifting into something electric. He knelt, tongue working her dripping folds while William resumed his thrusts. Kitty moaned, directing them with sharp wit even as pleasure overwhelmed her—strong, un-submissive, owning every sensation.
The three moved together, blowjob turns and shared heat filling the office, cum and sweat mingling until all were spent. Kitty smiled, satisfied yet hungry for more.
The coat could wait—Chicago had only begun to collect its debts.
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