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The lot is empty save for the two of them, the late hour casting long, dancing shadows. His boss, dressed in a crisp suit, watches him intently, her eyes never leaving his crotch. 'Faster, harder,' she urges, her voice barely above a whisper. He complies, his hand moving quickly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She steps closer, her heels clicking on the pavement, her voice a low, erotic symphony in his ear. 'You're not going to cum until I tell you to, understand?' He nods, his body tense, his cock throbbing. She smiles, her eyes gleaming in the dim light, 'Good boy. Now, let's see how long you can last.'