Mr. Vance stared down at Sara with pure possessive hunger. She was still on all fours on his desk, a*s high, p***y gaping wide and leaking a constant stream of thick white c*m from the multiple loads he had already pumped into her. Her face was a mess of dried c*m, mascara streaks, and saliva. Her once-professional outfit was completely ruined.
“Turn around and face me, cumdump,” he ordered. “Sit on the edge of the desk with your legs spread as wide as you can. I want to look into your eyes while I breed you one last time tonight.”
Sara obeyed immediately, turning and scooting to the edge. She hooked her hands under her knees and pulled her legs apart until her thighs trembled, fully exposing her destroyed, c*m-overflowing p***y.
Mr. Vance stepped between her spread legs and slapped his
