Spicy and Forbidden.
“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.”
He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk.
“That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.”
My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells.
A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me.
The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie.