Lance
I kept Eliona impaled on my c**k as I carried her from the glass wall to the massive mahogany desk in my penthouse office. The same style as the one in the tower below — intentional. I liked f*****g her on desks. It reminded her who she belonged to in both my worlds.
She gasped as I sat down in the leather chair with her straddling me, her knees on either side of my hips. My c**k was already hardening again inside her c*m-filled p***y.
“Ride me slow,” I ordered, gripping her ass with both hands. “I want to feel every inch while I tell you what you’re really up against.”
Eliona rolled her hips obediently, sliding up and down my thick shaft with wet, filthy sounds. Her t**s bounced softly in front of my face as I leaned back, watching her take me.
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