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begin to gather in his groin. He pushed her delicious legs apart and positioned himself between them, and then with one movement he sank his bulging shaft into her opening, thrusting so deep that only the pouch of his tight testicles prevented further entry, for he truly felt as if he could sink into her completely.
    Lydia moaned, her back arching off the desk as he began to grind into her, his entire being electrified by the rapture of his repeated plunges into her gripping cunt.
    He bent forward to capture her nipples between his lips, tugging at the buds until Lydia gasped with pleasure and began to writhe lewdly beneath him. Honey flowed profusely from between the smooth lips of her labia, bathing Preston’s rigid cock with a glistening sheen.
    Broken whimpers spilled from Lydia’s throat, inflaming Preston’s blood all the more as he stroked the pulsing knot of her clitoris and felt her inner walls clutch around his shaft. Then he withdrew from her body and gave her thigh another slap.
    ‘Turn over,’ he rasped.
    She stared up at him, dismay darkening her lovely eyes as she realized exactly what further insult he intended to bestow upon her. Her mouth opened to protest, but then she twisted around and presented her backside to him. Preston gripped her waist to pull her to the edge of the desk so that the tips of her toes touched the plush carpet and her hips were positioned in a delicious curve that would allow him unconstrained access.
    Placing his hands firmly on the fleshy mounds, he parted her buttocks to examine the furrow between them, tracing it down to the delicate crinkle in which he intended to embed his pulsing shaft. He rubbed the little hole with the tip of a moistened finger, causing his captive to emit a mewl of protest and roll her buttocks most enticingly.
    ‘Ah,’ Preston said breathlessly, ‘hasn’t a man yet experienced the delectation of your charming ass?’
    ‘Y-yes,’ Lydia choked, ‘but I… I didn’t like it, I didn’t find it pleasurable at all…’
    ‘Well, you haven’t had me yet, have you?’
    With a shudder of delight, he began pressing his bloated head against the puckered seal of her anus. Lydia gasped in shock and strained forward to try and avoid the unnatural invasion. ‘No,’ she moaned in supplication. ‘Oh no, Preston… please, it’s going to hurt me…’
    ‘Relax,’ he grated, his breath coming in rapid pants. He gave her bottom a few slaps to remind her that he was in control, then continued to urge himself just beyond the tightly closed portal. ‘It’ll hurt if you don’t relax. Come on, open up that sweet little hole for me… that’s right…’ he felt the muscle giving a little, ‘that’s right…’
    Lydia reached forward and gripped the edge of the desk until her knuckles whitened, her sleek shoulders arching upward as she struggled to accept his entry. Preston pressed her plump cushions farther apart as the bulging head of his penis eased past the taut ring with a gorgeous intensity. He pushed into her with raw, leisurely greed, loving the sight of her crinkled aperture stretching to accept his glossy stalk. He gave a low hiss of sensual delight as he began thrusting more energetically into the shaft, stretching Lydia so fully that her hips bucked as if to try and dislodge him.
    ‘Ohhh… oh, Preston, no…’ Lydia groaned, her eyes closing partway, her bottom cheeks flexing desperately as she took the full impact of him.
    Preston grasped her waist as he began a slow pillaging of her anal region, grunting with pleasure as the strained channel clutched his erection. His prisoner’s writhings and whimpers of discomfort only served to enhance his excitement, stimulating the tension tightening through his body. Sweat collected on his forehead as he amplified his thrusts in order to fully savor the exceptional tightness of her posterior sheath.
    Lydia pressed her face against the table, her whimpers dissipating into hot, little moans clearly