50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE
“That’s right, you pathetic little interview slut. From tomorrow, every morning you’ll crawl into my office, bend over my desk, and beg me to pump a fresh load into you before the day starts. During lunch you’ll suck my cock under the table while I eat. And at night, I’ll bend you over this very table and breed you again while the cleaning staff might walk in.”
The filthy fantasy made Sara’s pussy clench violently around him.
“Oh god, yes! Breed me every day! Knock me up! Make my belly swell with your baby while I still have to pretend I’m a professional!”
Mr. Vance reached down and rubbed her swollen clit roughly while pounding her folded body.
“Come for me again, you worthless breeding bit