Twisted Temptation
I moaned as he lifted me onto his desk effortlessly, knocking books aside.
“Spread your legs,” he growled, ripping my panties down with one swift movement. “Fuck, look at this pretty little pussy. Already dripping for me.”
He slid two thick fingers into me without warning, pumping them fast and deep. I cried out, clutching his wrist as pleasure shot up my spine.
“Quiet,” he ordered, pressing his other hand over my mouth. “Anyone could walk by.”
The thrill of getting caught only made it worse. My hips bucked against his fingers as he curled them just right, making stars explode behind my eyelids.