Bend me over and pound me like a bad girl

I woke up in the cold, dark room. Blinded, I try to navigate myself in the unknown territory to a light switch, trying desperately not to wake my dominant up. My hands are touching and gliding against the wall for my bearings. Feeling the wall, I begin to feel a light switch. Eagerly, I turn it on. However, nothing happens, and the room is getting blacker and blacker by the minute. I try again and again and again... nothing! My head presses against the wall in utter disbelief, a power cut... I turn in the direction of the bed to feel warm fingers wrap around my arms and throat. A chill instantly runs down my spine. I freeze.




With my heart pounding, I feel a sudden warm breath against my neck. A deep voice whispers from behind, "You've been naughty, my angel. You woke me up." I apologise, but it isn't enough. His grip on me tightens and bends me over a desk. He spanks my arse harshly and pulls down my PJ shorts. My legs, arse and pussy are all exposed, and a loud, crisp bang fills the air as his hand hits my ass... that will definitely leave a mark.





Slowly but authoritatively, he inserts his penis and tells me,




"This is what bad girls get, You are my slut, and you will cum for me."




I stretch my hands out to grip the far edge of the desk as the near edge bumps painfully against my hips. Sir, grabs me while he pounds to pull me harder onto him, pulling and tugging on my hair and pulling at my hips. Pounding so deep, it is knocking me senseless. I am his tension relief. A bent-over, fully-exposed, dripping wet office desk toy for Sir to use.


Pussy drips with pleasure. I am cumming.

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