My hands clawed at his wooden desk before he grabbed my hand and held them like they were handcuffed together. My muffled screams were not able to be heard outside of the room. His desk did not squeak while he thrusted hard into me. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back. f**k, the jealousy that I was feeling from him talking to that girl was no longer there. He made a b***h forget all about that. My juices dripped down my leg and not a second more, I could feel myself ready to c*m.
I rested my head on the desk and turned to look at him. He kept slamming into me and he dug his nails into my waist. Still moaning with his tie in my mouth, I rolled my eyes to the back of my head, enjoying his d**k pleasing me from the inside and out.
“That s**t is sexy.” He moaned.
