Mr. Vance watched Sara lick the last thick streaks of c*m off his desk like a broken, obedient pet. Her face was a glazed mask of dried semen, her t**s shiny, and her p***y continued to leak a steady river of his seed down her thighs onto the carpet.
“Enough,” he growled, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her upright. “Stand up and bend over the desk one last time. I’m going to give you the final breeding of the night — the one that seals your fate as my personal office cumdump.”
Sara’s legs trembled as she bent over the desk again, spreading her legs wide and pushing her a*s out. Her ruined p***y was bright red, swollen, and gaping open, constantly drooling thick white c*m.
Mr. Vance stepped behind her and rubbed the head of his still-hard c**k through the creamy mess.
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