Sir’s Naughty Girl

6

Shine was beyond shame, her body a live wire under his control.

He didn't make her wait.

Not one second.

“Ohh f**k…Sir Gil..berrrrt” Shine moaned, spitting profanities afterwards.

With a grunt, he slammed his d**k into her in one thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

“Urggggh yeas! Yes! Umf! Agh Yes!” Shine screamed, the stretch burning deliciously as her walls clamped around his d**k.

He was huge, it was though he grew larger with each stroke, splitting her open, the head battering her cervix with every punch.

Wet sounds filled the room—her p***y squelching around him, juices coating his shaft and dripping onto the desk.

"Tight little cunt," he groaned, pulling back only to ram in again, harder.

His hips snapped forward, balls slapping against her ass with lewd smacks.

Shine's nails dug into his shoulders, tearing at his shirt as she met his thrusts, her body jolting with each brutal plunge.

"Harder—oh f**k, sir, f**k me harder," she begged, her voice breaking into sobs of pleasure.

Milk continued to leak from her breasts, pooling on her stomach, mixing with the sweat beading on her skin.

“f*****g take this d**k” he commanded.

Gilbert leaned down, capturing her mouth in a savage kiss, his tongue invading like his d**k, tasting of her milk and his own pre-c*m.

He pounded into her relentlessly, the desk creaking under the force.

Shine's moans turned to soft cries, her p***y fluttering around him, chasing the edge. "Gonna c*m—please, let me c*m on your dick."

"Not yet, slut," he snarled, pulling out suddenly.

She whined at the emptiness, vibrating ferociously, but he flipped her over roughly, her cheek pressing into the warm wood, ass in the air.

He kicked her legs wider, his hand coming down on her ass cheek with a sharp smack. The sting made her yelp, a red handprint blooming on her pale skin.

He delivered two more hot smacks, an additional smack for a value added effect.

"Count them," he ordered, spanking her again, harder.

"One—ah! Two—f**k!" Shine's voice trembled, her ass jiggling with each impact.

By five, her skin was on fire, tears soaking the desk, but her p***y throbbed, dripping down her thighs.

Satisfied, Gilbert gripped her hips, his d**k nudging her entrance before thrusting back in.

This angle was deeper, his shaft dragging against her g-spot with every stroke. "Take it all, you filthy b***h. This p***y is mine now."

"Yours—god, it's yours," she moaned, pushing back to meet him.

His balls slapped her c**t, building the pressure unbearably.

Sweat poured off them both, the air smelt of s*x.

Gilbert reached around, his fingers finding her c**t, rubbing in rough circles.

Shine shattered, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. "Cumming—f**k, I'm cumming!" Her walls spasmed around his d**k, milking him as she squirted, clear fluid gushing out to soak his thighs and the floor.

He didn't stop, f*****g her through it, his groans turning feral. "That's it—squeeze my d**k, you lactating whore."

His pace faltered, hips stuttering as he chased his release.

With a roar, he buried himself deep, d**k pulsing as he unloaded. Thick splurts of c*m flooded her p***y, hot and viscous, overflowing to trickle down her legs.

They collapsed together, his weight pinning her to the desk, both panting like animals.

Gilbert's d**k softened inside her, plugging his seed in place. He nipped her earlobe, voice rough. "Clean up. And don't think this is over. You're mine now, Rossman. Every filthy inch."

Shine shivered, a depraved smile curving her lips as aftershocks rippled through her. This was everything she'd secretly craved all this while.

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