Ronald's voice broke into a guttural roar, his body tensing like a coiled spring behind me. His c**k throbbed wildly in my ass, pulsing with the first hot jets of his c*m flooding me, painting my insides with his release. The sensation was overwhelming... a sticky, searing warmth that pushed me over the edge again.
My p***y clenched on nothing, another gush of my juices squirting out, splattering the desk and dripping down my thighs in shameful rivulets. I screamed, the sound raw and broken, my nails scraping furrows into the wood as waves of pleasure ripped through me, leaving me shuddering and spent.
He didn't pull out right away. Instead, he ground deeper, milking every last drop into me, his hand still firm on my throat, holding me in place like a prized possession. 'That's my girl,'
