I plonked onto the desk, my fingers sliding on the hard surface. I sent some pens rolling and landed with my face on top of a folder.Smack, smack, smack.The wet, filthy, pornographic noises… Was that us?He set a punishing rhythm, in and out, to the root. His balls brushed mine. Holding me firmly by my waist, he drove into me like he wanted to gut me with his dick.It was brutal but didn’t hurt at all. In fact, after only a few thrusts, I came.My ass clenched, tendrils of delight spiraled outward from my gland, and I keened with pleasure. I was vaguely aware of the puddle of milk gathering on the desk under me. It smelled sweeter, more potent than ever.In the middle of my orgasm, Mr. Toral lifted my upper body, changing the angle, and it set me off again. His cockhead was hitting the mouth to my womb, the sensation electrifying.I was so fucking full. After the excruciating emptiness, it felt like paradise.
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