She's slender and has a clean, fresh look, with a straightforward personality that makes her approachable to everyone, which is why she's popular among the male employees at the company. I work at the same company and we met by chance, eventually starting a relationship. Since our jobs are relatively flexible, I often call her out, spending time together at a hotel near the office from afternoon until, before we know it, night has fallen. She thoroughly enjoys my exceptional stamina, and the time we spend together always leaves her satisfied. About six months into our relationship, she began coming to my one-bedroom apartment four or five times a week, arriving early in the morning still dressed in her work outfit—her tight mini-skirt suit—and giving me blowjobs right away. I let her jerk me off first, making her swallow a generous amount of cum, then usually just yank off her panties while she's still in her suit before thrusting my cock inside and pounding her hard with relentless piston strokes. Although we've been using contraception since we got together, she believes sex feels better without barriers, so to ease concerns about pregnancy, she's recently started taking birth control pills regularly, allowing us to enjoy creampie sex more freely. She prefers pills over condoms because they offer more reliable contraception. During sex, I always picture how the male coworkers at the office glance at her with suspicious, lustful eyes. Despite being admired by other men at work, she's completely under me—getting fucked hard, sucked raw, used however I please—something no one else could ever imagine. Our relationship remains a secret to everyone at the company, and that secrecy only intensifies the erotic thrill. As I watch my colleagues and superiors with their clueless, slack-jawed expressions, I quietly savor each satisfying day.