DON’T STOP
I smiled against her lips and teased her entrance with the head of my cock, rubbing slow circles over her clit, coating myself in her dripping wetness.
“Please,” she breathed. “I need you.”
I kissed her harder, my teeth grazing her bottom lip, tongue claiming every inch of her mouth while I reached for the towel still on the floor. I grabbed it quickly, twisted one end into a makeshift rope, and looped it around her wrists. I pulled her arms behind her back and tied the towel loosely but firmly to the desk drawer handle behind her. She gasped, her eyes widening, but she didn’t protest. Her tits thrust forward with the position, nipples begging.