25. Insatiable
Ethan
“f**k,” Kiara moaned, bracing her hands on her desk when I thrust into her from behind. Her legs trembled, and the desk bumped into the wall attached to her classroom.
My hands smoothed down to her thighs, squeezing the soft skin when I reared back and rammed inside her. “Oh, God. Ethan!”
I groaned, and she whimpered, my length caressing her velvety tight walls. The warm pressure of her weeping p***y was enough to drive me to the edge as I throbbed achingly inside her.
“Come on, Kiara!” I growled, lightly smacking her ass and yanking her hair. I gradually increased my thrusts, her breathy moans echoing in her office, her blouse ruffled, and pressed her breasts down on the cold wooden surface.
“Please, Ethan. Oh, f**k,” she let out a sweet whimper, my thrusts a
