Drool drips tinuously from my splayed open mouth, making a sizable
pool on the desk along with my tears. The fact that anybody might e into
the office at any minute and witness my abuse and degradation finally
drives me over the edge and before I know it, my rock- hard boyclit is
spraying large amounts of boy-sperm all over the carpet.
It is not the first time that I cum without toug myself under your
assault.
Suddenly you yank me off the table and push me dhly onto the floor.
Again I know what you want and I wait there on my hands on knees, my back
low and my butt high. Soon I feel your hands on my hips, pulling me
bato you as your mancock slams into me again. As your red hot poker
settles into its ary glove, you reach out to grab my hair in your
fist and pull my head back. You fuck me like this for about 10 minutes,
your hand jerking my head back painfully in tandem with your cock plowing
into my depths. Without your hand to keep them in, the anal beads begin to
untangle and finally fall out of my mouth. This also means that my cries
are no longer muffled, and cry out I do, and sniffle and whimper like a
poor raped bitch.
Then you lift me up, one arm around my small waist and the other hand
firmly cluthing my hair to keep me upright, your coever leaving my
hole, and carry me over into the pantry. I am now no longer a strao
being carried around everywhere during a fuck, sine of the first
promises you ever made to me was that you would fuck me everywhere, that
there wouldn' t be any pla the office or anywhere else for that matter
where i wouldn' t take your coside me. In the pantry, you lay me down
on the round coffee table, twisting my body on your cotil I am lying
on my ba the table. You lift my legs onto your thick shoulders and
hunker down low over me, pressing my knees far