Abigail stood like a statue, her sharp business suit a stark contrast to the sweat and skin filling the frame of the gym. The tailored fabric clung to her curves, highlighting the tension in her posture as she watched my hips snap forward, driving deep into Salma.

​I didn't break eye contact. If anything, the sight of Abigail watching us fueled the fire. I shifted my grip on Salma's thigh and delivered a heavy, stinging slap to her ass.

​"Oh yes!!! Spank me harder, Mr. Hart!" Salma cried out, her voice echoing off the mirrors as she arched her back, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

​Abigail's breath hitched. I could see the subtle rise and fall of her chest quickening under her blazer. She didn't look away; she didn't run. Instead, her hand moved instinctively to the doorframe, her knuckles turning white as she gripped it. Her gaze dropped from my eyes to the point where my body slammed into Salma's, watching the slick, rhythmic friction of the act.

​The professional, composed Abigail was starting to crack. Her lips parted slightly, and I could see the pupils of her eyes dilating. She was drawn into the primal energy of the room, her gaze traveling over my tensed back muscles and then back to Salma's shivering form.

​She was clearly caught between the overwhelming surge of arousal. The way her legs pressed together and her tongue swiped nervously over her bottom lip told me everything I needed to know. She wasn't just a witness anymore—she was a participant in her own mind, imagining the weight of my hands on her suit-covered hips instead of Salma's bare skin.

​"Look at her, Salma," I whispered, leaning down to bite Salma's shoulder while keeping my eyes locked on Abigail. "We have an audience. Why don't you show her how much you love it?"

​Salma let out a high-pitched moan, her head rolling back as I increased the pace, turning the session into a display of pure, dominant power right in front of the woman who was supposed to be miles away.

I didn't let the momentum break. I reached under Salma's thighs and hoisted her up, her legs locking around my waist as I carried her like she weighed nothing. She was feral now, her mouth finding mine in a hungry, desperate kiss, our tongues battling while I continued to pound into her. Every step I took drove me deeper, the added weight and gravity making the friction unbearable.

​Abigail was still there, a silent, mesmerized silhouette in her business suit, her eyes tracking every movement of my glistening back.

​As the pressure behind my hips reached the point of no return, I felt that familiar, electric surge. I didn't want to finish inside; I wanted the visual. I set Salma down on the gym floor, my breath coming in heavy, jagged hitches.

​She didn't need to be told. She dropped to her knees instantly, her eyes wide and fixed on the pulsing, engorged length of me. She looked like a devotee at an altar, her hands gripping her own thighs as she leaned forward, tilting her head back and sticking her tongue out, creating a perfect, waiting target.

​I gripped my cock, my knuckles white, and began to jerk the last few inches of the shaft with a frantic, aggressive rhythm.

​"Watch this, Abigail," I whispered, my voice barely a whisper over the sound of my own pulse.

​I let out a low groan as I reached the peak. The first rope of cum surged out, arching through the air and landing squarely on Salma's tongue. I didn't stop, my hand pumping faster as several more thick, white bursts splattered across her face, her lips, and deep into her open mouth.

​Salma closed her eyes, her throat working as she swallowed every drop, a look of pure triumph on her face as she looked back toward the camera—and toward Abigail.

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[QUEST COMPLETE: SCENE #8 SUCCESS]

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Scene Quality: Exceptional

Reward: $1800 deposited into digital wallet.

Attribute Reward: Stamina improved.

​[STAMINA: +1 Point Applied (Current: 10/10)]​(THRESHOLD REACHED]

[REWARD: +$10,000.00]

[Digital wallet balance: $24,200.00]

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I stood there, spent and breathing hard, my cock still twitching in my hand, while the silence of the gym returned, heavier than ever.

Holmes's clapping sounded like gunshots in the sudden quiet of the studio.

​"Bravo! Fucking bravo!" he roared, hauling his bulk out of the director's chair. "That, my friends, is how a CEO leads from the front. Pure, unadulterated filth. Exactly what the brand needs."

​Salma was still trembling slightly, her skin flushed and slick. "You were incredible, Mr. Hart," she whispered, her eyes dark with lingering heat. "You really showed me that magic you promised."

​"You weren't so bad yourself, Salma. That pussy of yours is a goddamn miracle," I said, giving her a dismissive pat on the hip. "Go on, get yourself scrubbed. You're done for the day."

​She gave a small, submissive bow to Holmes and headed for the showers, her ass cheeks swaying with a deliberate, rhythmic invitations. I turned my attention to the shadow standing near the monitors.

​"Mr. Hart, we have a lovely little spectator," Holmes teased, his grin wide and predatory.

​"Well, well. Abigail," I said, a slow, predatory smirk tugging at my lips. "I didn't realize you enjoyed watching work-in-progress. Did you enjoy the view?"

​"Fuck you, you arrogant pornoman," she spat. She tried to look at the ceiling, the floor, the equipment—anywhere but at my cock—but her eyes kept snapping back like a magnet. "Get dressed, for fuck's sake. I'm not having a discussion with you while you're standing there dripping with another woman's juices."

​I let out a low, dark laugh. "The Great Abigail, queen of the streets, losing her cool over a little nudity? You're vibrating, Abby. If I didn't know better, I'd say watching Salma take that ride got you a little more than frustrated."

​She looked like she wanted to slap me, but the hitch in her breathing told a different story. She was soaked, her pussy probably throbbed with every beat of her heart after watching me go to work.

​"We'll leave you two to your... negotiations," Holmes said, signaling the crew. "Come on, move it! Let's go prep Stage B. Give the boss some room to breathe."

​The crew cleared out, the heavy sound of the soundstage door thudding shut behind them. The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on. I didn't rush. I picked up my boxers and pulled them on, watching her over my shoulder. She tried to look away, but I caught her staring at the curve of my ass, her tongue darting out to lick her dry lips.

​"You can stop the act, Abigail," I said, reaching for my trousers. "The crew is gone. If you want a closer look, you only have to ask."

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