The Taste of Submission
I tried to pull back quickly, but his grip was a steel vice, holding me in place, right where he wanted me.
The door handle turned. And then it opened.
"Fucking hell..." This can't be fucking happening.
I heard the distinct, heavy footsteps of two men walking in, their voices were low and absorbed in some project discussion only God knew about. I stayed frozen under the desk, his huge cock still buried deep inside my mouth, my lips stretched tight around his girth. My heart raced so fast I could feel the frantic beat throbbing against my throat. This can't be happening. These guys were right here, maybe ten feet away. They were pulling out chairs and seating down while I was kneeling on the