Tristan had found another gear, going so hard his thighs were striking the edge of the desk and she could only imagine the size of the bruises he'd have there tomorrow. Her desk, Not that old and made of solid Cherrywood was now rocking under the force of his f*****g.
His fingers were working as if they were trying to rub her c**t from her body, but it had her cunt already twitching around his pounding c**k.
"f**k me, f**k me!" she moaned while twisting her n*****s savagely. "Take me, use me, make me yours! Ruin me for men my age, make me need young hard... yessss!"
She went over the edge, her hips bucking as much as the good in her position and her feet kicking above them as her cunt convulsed around him. She gripped his forearm with her free hand her nails digging red crescents into h
