Mark gripped the steering wheel tighter as he pulled out of the office lot, Kimmy sliding into the passenger seat with that same thigh-skimming dress riding up just enough to fuel his usual fantasies. Married or not, every commute with his sharp-tongued assistant turned into a private torment of imagining those legs wrapped around him. "Another late night, boss?" Kimmy quipped, her voice laced with that signature wit. "Your wife must love how dedicated you are to 'overtime.'" Mark chuckled nervously, eyes flicking to her exposed skin. "She doesn't know the half of it. You in this carpark at the upper level? That's where my mind always wanders." Kimmy arched a brow, smirking. "Bold confession for a married man. What, you think I'd let you fuck me senseless up there just because you're horny?" The tension crackled as they ascended the HDB ramp to the deserted top floor, parking under flickering lights. "Prove it," she challenged, leaning closer. "Show me that hard cock you've been hiding." Mark's restraint snapped; he pulled her into a fierce kiss, hands roaming her ass as she straddled him, her pussy already wet and dripping against his thigh. "You're not the only one with fantasies," Kimmy whispered, unzipping him to give a teasing blowjob that left him panting and sweating. She mounted him fully, guiding his cock into her slick heat, riding with strong, commanding thrusts that made them both groan. "Harder," she demanded, her wit unbroken even mid-climax. "Don't hold back like you do at work." They came together in a rush of cum and ragged breaths, bodies slick and spent in the cramped space. Kimmy dismounted with a sly grin, adjusting her dress. "Round one in the carpark? Next time, we take it further."
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