Lenora-Mr. Sinclair collapsed into the seat behind his desk, looking at both of us with a smile. “That's good,” he grinned hard, as Desmond slapped my left ass cheek in warm up. Chest flat on the chair, I hung my waist high up in the air. I was still shaking from my orgasm, cream dripping from my pussy to the chair down to a collective pool on the floor. Desmond used his swollen cock to rub my clitoris, and a shiver ran down my spine anytime he teased the entrance of my wet pussy with the tip of his cap. “Just do it already,” I moaned, looking back at him. His cock was hard as a rock and leaking, juices slobbered over it, probably a mixture of his precum, mine and Mr. Sinclair's.“You want that?” His voice dropped low. I swallowed at the butterflies tingling in my stomach. “You want me to fuck you?” Mischief twinkled in his eyes.I nodded, my pussy contracting, dripping wet, salivating for his thrust. He slapped my ass cheek again and my body shook, a helpless moan erupting from
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