Then he yanked his c**k out of my mouth with a wet pop, a string of spit hanging between us as I collapsed onto my hands, gasping, my throat raw.
Before I could catch my breath, his hand gripped the back of my neck and shoved me forward, slamming me face-first onto the desk. Papers scattered across the floor as he bent me over, my ass raised, skirt bunched up around my waist.
“You wanted to play games?” he growled, his c**k rubbing against my soaked p***y. “Now you’re gonna take every inch.”
“P-please,” I whimpered, already dripping, my thighs trembling.
With one brutal thrust, he slammed into me, so deep and hard, I screamed into the desk. My nails scraped across the wood as he drove into me again and again, each thrust pounding through my body, shaking me to the core.
“f**k…feels so
