ELARAHe didn’t waste time. His hand shoved under my skirt, fingers finding the slick heat of my pussy. He rubbed slow circles over my clit, making my hips jerk against the desk.“You’re so wet for me,” he muttered, his breath hot against my ear, his voice low enough that only I could hear the rasp of his desire.I gasped, my fingers digging into the cotton of his shirt, nails catching the fabric.“More… please…” I begged, my voice trembling.He slipped two fingers inside me, stretching the tight entrance. I arched my back, a loud moan tearing from my throat as his knuckles pressed against the soft walls. He pumped them in and out, his thumb grinding harder against my clit, each stroke sending a sharp jolt of pleasure up my spine.“Look at me,” he commanded, his eyes locked on mine, searching for any sign of deceit.I forced my gaze to stay on his, even as pleasure surged like a tide. I could feel my orgasm rising, a tight coil in my belly tightening with each thrust.“I’m gonna… I’m
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