Forbidden Desires
He started pumping them slowly, curling them against my g-spot with every stroke.
“Oh God…” I whimpered.
He added a third finger, stretching me wider. The fullness made my legs tremble. He began fingering me harder, faster, his fingers plunging in and out with wet, obscene sounds that filled the quiet office.
“You’re clenching so tightly around my fingers,” he said, voice husky. “Does it feel good, Emily? Being bent over your professor’s desk like a little slut?”
I moaned louder in response. He suddenly brought his free hand down and spanked my ass firmly. The sting mixed with the pleasure made me gasp.