DominikI leave her shaking against the desk, her shirt ripped, her body straining for the climax she so foolishly keeps denying herself. The memory of the fight, the wild, desperate need in her eyes, fuels the low, aching throb in my trousers all the way home.She thinks she won. She thinks that one defiant statement, ‘In your dreams,” will shield her. She’s wrong.Her defiance simply changed the location and the terms of the surrender. I tell myself I don’t want a frantic, desperate rut in a secure office building anyway. That will be fine for fast, furious fucks in future. For our fir
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