Summer 1998 hummed with tension in the S.T.A.R.S. office, where Rebecca Chambers had been drawn into Albert Wesker's orbit just three weeks prior. The captain's piercing gaze had marked her as special from day one – innocent yet fiercely sharp, pure but unafraid to challenge. Their secret burned hot: he'd claimed her virginity on his desk, and now she perched on his lap during late nights, their hidden rhythm known only to them. Rebecca knew it was wrong, a 20-year age gap fueling unhealthy fire, but she confronted it head-on. 'This attraction's a liability, Captain,' she'd told him once, her voice laced with wit. 'Don't dwell,' he'd replied coolly. Today, with colleagues buzzing outside, Wesker summoned her. 'Lock the door, Chambers.' She obeyed but quipped, 'Ordering me like a recruit? Bold move with the whole squad listening.' He settled her on his lap, back to him, hands firm. 'Relax and feel it,' Wesker murmured. Rebecca leaned forward over the desk, protesting sharply, 'Don't push this – I won't stay quiet, and my voice could expose us all. I'm no submissive doll; I decide the pace.' Yet his touch ignited her, making her horny as her pussy grew wet and dripping. He exposed her lower half, revealing her ass and slick folds, then unzipped to free his hard cock, stroking it against her lower back. 'Your wit won't stop this heat,' he growled. She twisted slightly, delivering a teasing blowjob that left him throbbing, before guiding him into her pussy from behind on the chair. They moved together in explosive rhythm – her strong hips grinding, not yielding – panting and sweating as his cock thrust deep. 'Harder, but on my terms,' she challenged wittily between moans. He came with a groan, cum spilling as she climaxed, bodies locked in forbidden ecstasy amid the office's thin walls.
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