filling me and driving me wild. He pulled his finger from my mouth and slowly trailed down to my chin. He stopped the circular torture and rammed into me; he was so hard. His hand was suddenly at the base of my throat where he grabbed and pushed down harder so that I could feel more of him inside of me. I bit my lip so hard that I think I drew blood. He continued rhythmically with each hard forceful plunge and I took in each one desperate for the next. My pussy responded…wanting to come apart and release months of pinned up arousal. He felt it too because he slowed and lifted my upper body slightly from the desk and slid his hands down, finding my breasts which he cupped; kneading with gentle dexterous fingers. He was slow and tender at first and then he began grabbing and squeezing. He pinched my nipples and twisted as he pulled through the fabric. I cried out as the exquisite pain flowed through me.
“Seems you can’t follow instruction sweetheart,” he said as he forced a deep thrust into me and then another.
“I’m. Sorry,” I said between breaths. “I didn’t mean to-”
“Quiet. You know what’s coming next, don’t you?” he demanded, his voice low and husky. With his hardness still inside me, he reached up to both sides of my blouse and quickly pulled it apart, the buttons splay on the desk and floor. He untucked my blouse from my skirt and yanked it off. Oh what the hell was he doing? With deft fingers, he quickly unclasped my bra and removed it as well. He reached up to my mouth. “Open,” he ordered and I quickly complied. He took the sleeve of my blouse and forced a portion of it into my mouth and then he tied the blouse in my mouth with what? My bra! Oh fuck! He was really gagging me! I didn’t resist. I let him do as he pleased as quickly as he could so that he could continue giving me this insane pleasure.
He started back his relentless pounding and I took in each deep invasion. Unable to move, unable to speak and barely able to breathe…I was slipping into a place that I couldn’t comprehend. I moaned each time he shoved his big dick inside me. I didn’t ever want it to stop.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” I was too lost to respond. “My dick inside you? Drilling your greedy pussy,” he grunted.
He lifted me and stepped back, pressing his back to the wall.
“Lean back into me.” I was in a lust-filled daze as my senses flowed further away. I did as he instructed as he placed both of his hands on my hips and pushed me down on his thick cock. He began thrusting upwards as he pushed me down harder to meet him. Fuck, I felt him in my stomach. He bolted into me in fierce rapid successions. “Ahhh, fuck,” he breathed. “I could be inside you all day and never get enough.”
I was about to burst. On his last thrust, I felt the tightening in my core and I came, my body jerking as the muscles contracted and expanded releasing my juices on his still-hard cock. My body going limp as I gradually fell back down to earth- my moans of pleasure muffled by my shirt.
“Oh, shit. I’m gonna cum. Ahhh…fuck,” he growled, pumping his cock into me, pulling my hips down to meet his too hard thrusts. I felt him growing harder and then he exploded, spilling inside me as he got his release, his breath harsh against my cheek. He held me against him as our breathing slowed. It was quiet. He finally lifted me off of him and gently placed me on my feet. Oh, so now he could be gentle? He untied my bra and turned me to face him and slowly pulled my sleeve out of my mouth as our eyes met for the first time since he had entered me. I noticed the small beads of perspiration on his forehead and his eyes - they had slightly changed color; they were a light fern green now.
He stared at me intently. Searching… for what? A sign that I was okay with what just happened? I didn’t know. I stared too, fascinated by his eyes as they darkened. They became the shiny darkness of emerald stones. The limbal
“Seems you can’t follow instruction sweetheart,” he said as he forced a deep thrust into me and then another.
“I’m. Sorry,” I said between breaths. “I didn’t mean to-”
“Quiet. You know what’s coming next, don’t you?” he demanded, his voice low and husky. With his hardness still inside me, he reached up to both sides of my blouse and quickly pulled it apart, the buttons splay on the desk and floor. He untucked my blouse from my skirt and yanked it off. Oh what the hell was he doing? With deft fingers, he quickly unclasped my bra and removed it as well. He reached up to my mouth. “Open,” he ordered and I quickly complied. He took the sleeve of my blouse and forced a portion of it into my mouth and then he tied the blouse in my mouth with what? My bra! Oh fuck! He was really gagging me! I didn’t resist. I let him do as he pleased as quickly as he could so that he could continue giving me this insane pleasure.
He started back his relentless pounding and I took in each deep invasion. Unable to move, unable to speak and barely able to breathe…I was slipping into a place that I couldn’t comprehend. I moaned each time he shoved his big dick inside me. I didn’t ever want it to stop.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” I was too lost to respond. “My dick inside you? Drilling your greedy pussy,” he grunted.
He lifted me and stepped back, pressing his back to the wall.
“Lean back into me.” I was in a lust-filled daze as my senses flowed further away. I did as he instructed as he placed both of his hands on my hips and pushed me down on his thick cock. He began thrusting upwards as he pushed me down harder to meet him. Fuck, I felt him in my stomach. He bolted into me in fierce rapid successions. “Ahhh, fuck,” he breathed. “I could be inside you all day and never get enough.”
I was about to burst. On his last thrust, I felt the tightening in my core and I came, my body jerking as the muscles contracted and expanded releasing my juices on his still-hard cock. My body going limp as I gradually fell back down to earth- my moans of pleasure muffled by my shirt.
“Oh, shit. I’m gonna cum. Ahhh…fuck,” he growled, pumping his cock into me, pulling my hips down to meet his too hard thrusts. I felt him growing harder and then he exploded, spilling inside me as he got his release, his breath harsh against my cheek. He held me against him as our breathing slowed. It was quiet. He finally lifted me off of him and gently placed me on my feet. Oh, so now he could be gentle? He untied my bra and turned me to face him and slowly pulled my sleeve out of my mouth as our eyes met for the first time since he had entered me. I noticed the small beads of perspiration on his forehead and his eyes - they had slightly changed color; they were a light fern green now.
He stared at me intently. Searching… for what? A sign that I was okay with what just happened? I didn’t know. I stared too, fascinated by his eyes as they darkened. They became the shiny darkness of emerald stones. The limbal
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