Chapter 3: HE USES MY THROAT THEN BENDS ME OVER THE DESK AGAIN WHILE THE LANDLORD EMAIL STILL GLOWS ON HIS SCREENHe keeps his fist in my ponytail and uses my mouth like he has all night.The angle is deep. Every thrust hits the back of my throat and makes me gag. Spit runs down my chin and drips onto my bare tits. The glasses stay on his face the entire time, slightly fogged, while he watches me in the mirror instead of looking down. The reflection shows everything—my ruined shirt hanging open, the black lace bra half-pulled down, the wet mess of my mouth stretched around his cock, the cum still drying on my thighs from the first load.“Eyes on the mirror,” he reminds me when I try to close them. “You wanted me to look at you. Now you get to look at yourself.”I force my gaze back to the glass. The girl on her knees does not look like someone who came here to win. She looks used. He holds me there until my jaw aches and my eyes water, then pulls out with a wet sound. A thin string of
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