Clyver’s POV
“I’m going in,” I whispered huskily. My zipper is already opened. I easily pulled out my shaft and positioned myself behind her. She’s bending over my desk and both of her hands are tied on her back. A soft moan escaped her lips when my hand covered her mounds.
Before I completely enter, I rubbed her cave to stimulate more of her wetness. “Clyver…” she cried. I guided my shaft inside of her. Her cries and my groan harmoniously heard in the corners of my office room as I slid slowly into her.
“You don’t have to suppress it,” I said panting.
I reach for her neck and held it as if I’m choking her. She keep biting her lower lip in an attempt to stop herself from moaning while I thrust behind her. She’s so good. I mean, she always is!
“I-I t-think I’m c-coming…” she stutter
