Over the Desk

David kept her bent over the cleared desk, one hand firm between her shoulder blades, the other gripping her hip. His cock was still hard as he thrust back into her used, cum-filled cunt in one long stroke.

Isabella’s cheek pressed against the cool wood. Papers and pens lay scattered on the floor around them. Every deep thrust forced a wet, filthy sound from between her legs as his earlier load was pushed deeper and then forced back out around his shaft.

“Still so full of my cum, Huh” he muttered, slamming into her harder. “be ready to take more, you fucking whore.”

He fucked her in steady, powerful strokes, hips snapping forward with enough force to rock the heavy desk. Isabella’s fingers curled against the edge, holding on for her life. Her huge bare breasts dragged across the surface with every impact. The short blue skirt was still bunched at her waist. Her panties remained tangled around one ankle.

"please, stop, please...." She cried out, "I can't do this anymore!" Her moans got louder each time as her hips collide with the edge of the desk hard. David pushes her head down on the desk and spits on her face then smudges it all over her cheeks.

"Haha, you are made to be just a fuck doll. You will take my dick as long as I want!!"

He holds her head down with one hand and the other moves down to her tits and he grabs one and gives it a hard squeeze.

David stopped his thrusting for a second and bent over, licking her fat titties and leaving thick trails of his saliva all over them.

Isabella looked down in disgust and yelled, “STOP, please, no!”

David answered by groping both of her tits so hard his fingers sank deep into the soft flesh. He squeezed and twisted, pulling them outward before shoving them back together, smearing his spit across the full curves.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, still bent over her. “These belong to me right now.”

He gave her left breast one more brutal squeeze, then straightened up and drove his cock back into her cum-filled cunt with one heavy thrust. The force shoved her hips hard against the edge of the desk. Isabella cried out, fingers scrabbling for something to hold onto as he started fucking her again — harder and faster than before.

Every stroke forced more of his earlier load out around his shaft, the wet, filthy sound filling the office. David kept one hand locked on the back of her neck, pinning her cheek to the wood, while the other continued mauling her spit-covered tits, pinching and pulling the nipples without any care.

“Listen to you,” he muttered between thrusts. “Crying and begging while your cunt keeps taking every inch. You’re nothing but a fuck doll for me, Isabella. Say it.”

When she only sobbed, he slapped the side of her breast hard.

“Say it.”

"NO!" She bursts out.

"SAY IT!" He responds immediately.

“I’m… I’m a fuck doll,” she choked out.

“Louder.”

“I’m a fuck doll!”

David groaned in satisfaction and slammed into her even deeper, using her bent-over body without restraint. He leaned down again, dragging his tongue across the side of her face and over her ear while his hips kept pounding.

“Good girl. Now stay quiet and take it. I’m going to fill this used little hole again before I let you crawl out of here.”

He straightened, both hands clamping down on her waist, and fucked her with short, brutal strokes that made the heavy desk creak and shift. Isabella could only stay pinned, spit and tears mixing on her cheeks, her tits swinging and bouncing under his earlier abuse, while David used her exactly the way he wanted.