I spat on her p***y, rubbed it in with my cockhead and then plunged back in.
This angle was deeper and meaner. Every thrust slapped my balls against her c**t so hard. She screamed into her forearm, trying to muffle it but failing.
I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. “Let them hear. Let the whole f*****g building know who owns this pussy.”
“Yes…..yes….yours….only yours….”
I f****d her harder and faster until the desk was rattling like it was going to collapse.
Then I pulled out again then dragged her across the room where I bent her over the leather sofa in the corner. Same thing: dress shoved up, legs spread, c**k buried to the hilt.
She came first, screaming my name her p***y clamping so tight I almost lost it. I f****d her through it relentlessly until her legs gave out.
