YVONNE'S P.O.V
He was thick
And long
And....well endowed. Perfectly, powerfully made.
My toes dug into the carpeted floor
I writhed underneath Mr Voss's hold, my body going slack and losing at the same time, his tip lined with my slick p***y had me feeling all sorts of feelings
Even my back hole puckered.
Christ
“Clayton" I moaned when he fisted his c**k in his hands, sliding it against my slick folds.
My eyes rolled into the back of my sockets. I grabbed the side of the desk for my dear life
Mr Voss slid his length over my lower lip, the sound of our wet skin rubbing together made me bite down on another moan
“Look how pretty this pûssy is" he murmured more to himself
I arched my back, not able to wait any longer. “Come on, Clayton," I urged. “Please"
My breasts were tender
