He's back. And he's ready to go again. You've been in a daze ever since your shocking rendez vous in the bathroom, where he used your mouth as a fuck hole, and you can't think of anything but following his every command. And he told you to meet him back there.
He locks the door again. He unzips his pants again. You can still taste his cum in your mouth.
This time, he wants to feel his cock inside of your other hole. Your virgin hole. It terrifies you, but you can't shake the hunger, the desire to have a powerful man fuck you. Deeply.
As he b...
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He's back. And he's ready to go again. You've been in a daze ever since your shocking rendez vous in the bathroom, where he used your mouth as a fuck hole, and you can't think of anything but following his every command. And he told you to meet him back there.
He locks the door again. He unzips his pants again. You can still taste his cum in your mouth.
This time, he wants to feel his cock inside of your other hole. Your virgin hole. It terrifies you, but you can't shake the hunger, the desire to have a powerful man fuck you. Deeply.
As he bends you over the sink counter, and spreads your legs, you look at yourself in the mirror with a heady mix of shame, fear, and arousal. You're about to get used as a fuck toy, and your asshole clenches in anticipation. He tells you to relax, or else it will hurt more. He tells you that if you resist, it will go worse for you, and this is going to happen whether you want to or not - it's too late to turn back now. You couldn't turn back anyway, because the pressure of his hips against you presses your body tight against the counter. The bulge of his cock wedges itself between your ass cheeks, and you can feel the precum from his penis starting to lube up your hole.
Soon, you are impaled against the counter, your legs practically dangling in the air, hoisted up by the girth of his long, thick cock inside of your virgin body. His sultry voice both guides you and dominates you, before he goes into that primal mental fuck zone, where he releases all compassion and focuses solely on his thrusting.
In and out, up and down, deep and hard, your asshole is used as a mid-afternoon fuck snack and your mouth is covered by his big, strong hand to keep your involuntary moans and yelps quiet. We wouldn't want the rest of the office interrupting this... intimate experience.
This written description is a fairy tale, compared to the sex syrup that drops from my lips into your horny ears in this video. As always. Incomparably descriptive, and no other story teller comes close to stimulating those specific points in your brain in perfect sequence. Try me. You'll never hear it quite like this, from anyone else. Ever.
