Fight it

Despite the difficulty in resisting, Leanne knew she couldn’t herself in to this freak. “It’s not real!” she told herself aloud. Shutting her eyes tight she fought against the sensations building up inside her and tried her best to ignore the burning desires to just enjoy being fucked like this.

It was impossible to resist but the fighting gave her enough awareness to push back against the desk, feeling that enormous dick penetrating her even deeper, and giving herself just enough space to get away. Suddenly the feeling was gone. Her eyes darted towards the mirror and she saw her reflection draped over the clown sexually with a look of lust etched across her face. The clown’s immense cock glistened with her juices and she saw her reflection’s hand slowly stroke his slick length.

Leanne shook her head firmly and turned towards the door. However, as she stepped forwards she tripped on her jeans and panties that were crumpled around her ankles. She fell face forward and landed hard on the ground with her tight naked rear pointing vulnerably skywards.

She peered back anxiously but thankfully there was no-one there. In a hurry Leanne staggered to her feet and headed for the door. She shuffled across the carpet hastily and awkwardly until she grabbed the handle and flung it open. Falling into the corridor Leanne looked about her and was relieved to see everything quiet. Nothing following her and nothing waiting in the hallway either. She was stripped but at least she still had her jeans and panties to cover some of her tight body. The question now was where to go.