I COULD STARE AT HER FOREVER.
Anya’s face is morphed into a look of pleasure mixed with pain, eyes closed and lips parted in a gasp from the shock of my c**k thrusting into her. Sweat beads her forehead, down to her neckline where a strap of her night gown has fallen off to reveal her round, perky t**s, and I hold back the urge to bend my head and take it into my mouth.
I push her nightgown up again and grab her hips with both my hands to steady her body against my desk before sliding my c**k out of her p***y and slamming back in, the action making her eyes snap open.
Jesus. This woman is — f**k.
I don’t realize when I pull out of her again, grind my hips, and thrust back in, now pushing all my length deep into her. Her p***y tightens around my c**k as if trying to strangle it, her wa
