Whispers After Dark
Then his hands were on me again, spreading my cheeks, exposing my dripping, freshly fucked pussy and the tight ring of muscle above it.
“Look at this pretty little hole still leaking my cum,” he said, almost reverently. One thick finger traced my entrance, pushing some of his release back inside me. I moaned, pushing back against his hand. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to bend you over this desk, Elara. Every time you brought me reports in those tight skirts, I imagined exactly this.”