Takes your ass

He takes a step back, his eyes scanning your body, taking in the sight of you, **** and exposed. He reaches out and takes a hold of your hips again, pulling you closer to the edge of the desk. You feel his fingers tracing the curve of your ass, and you know what's coming next.

"Please, no," you whimper, tears streaming down your face. But he doesn't seem to hear you, or if he does, he doesn't care. He continues to touch you, his fingers rough and insistent as they explore your body. You feel him push against you, and you brace yourself for the pain.

But then, instead of entering you, you feel him move his cock to your ass. You gasp in shock, your mind reeling from the unexpected sensation. He chuckles, a cold, cruel sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "Relax, Melissa," he says, his voice low and commanding. "This will be over soon."

You feel him push against you, and you try to resist, but it's no use. He's too strong, and you're too weak. You feel yourself being stretched, the pain intense and unbearable. You manage to not cry out, but he doesn't stop. He continues to push deeper, his breathing heavy and labored.

You feel him reach a climax, his grip on your hips tightening as he empties himself inside of you. You can feel him pulsating inside of you, the sensation foreign and uncomfortable. He stays inside of you for a moment, his breathing slowly returning to normal.

He then pulls out of you, and you feel a sense of relief wash over you. You quickly stand up, trying to gather your composure, but you can't help but feel a sense of disgust and shame. You quickly put your clothes back on, trying to cover yourself up.

Bobby, on the other hand, seems unphased by what just happened.

He quickly adjusts his clothes and walks back around to his side of the desk. He sits down and looks at you with a cold, calculating gaze.

"I have to admit, I'm impressed," he says, his voice all business now. "You took it like a champ."