Crying out, then burying her face in the paperwork on his desk, she pushed back against his thrusts and squeezed again. Her hands tightened hard on the edges of his desk and she braced herself in her stance for what she assumed was going to be quite a ride.
After a moment, during which she got into the rhythm, she turned her face so that her cheek rested on some file or another, her hair spilling over her face. All coherent thought had fled and she rewarded him with tiny groans of his name, God's name, and occasionally, just a tiny grunt or moan. It was that good.
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Crying out, then burying her face in the paperwork on his desk, she pushed back against his thrusts and squeezed again. Her hands tightened hard on the edges of his desk and she braced herself in her stance for what she assumed was going to be quite a ride.
After a moment, during which she got into the rhythm, she turned her face so that her cheek rested on some file or another, her hair spilling over her face. All coherent thought had fled and she rewarded him with tiny groans of his name, God's name, and occasionally, just a tiny grunt or moan. It was that good.