Something else

Emily barely had time to suck in a breath—still trembling, still begging, her body poised right at the edge of release—when it was gone completely.

Then the hand on her back shifted.

Lifted.

She whimpered, breathless, straining blindly in the silence.

And then—

A sudden, hard grip at her hips.

The thick, hot pressure of something real against her slit.

And in one brutal, unstoppable thrust—

He slammed into her.

“AaaAHH—!” Emily screamed, her head jerking back, body bowing off the desk as his cock drove deep, stretching her in an instant. The air punched from her lungs, the blindfold soaked in sweat as her pussy clenched around him—so wet, so hot, so ready.

She came the moment he entered her.

It wasn’t a choice. It wasn’t even a climax she had time to feel building. It just ripped through her—her pussy contracting violently, squeezing around his cock as he sank in to the hilt, her walls fluttering and spasming with raw, uncontrollable intensity.

But he didn’t wait.

He pulled back—then pounded into her again.

“F-Fuck—!” she sobbed, voice breaking, hands slipping on the slick desk as he began to thrust, deep and savage and relentless. Her orgasm didn’t fade—it stretched, drawn out with every sharp slap of hips against ass, every punishing grind of cock into soaked, overstimulated cunt.

He grabbed her shoulders now, using them for leverage, fucking into her like she wasn’t even a person—just a hole to use.

Emily couldn’t think.

Couldn’t speak.

Her second climax came barely thirty seconds later—triggered by the friction, the fullness, the impossible rhythm that had her toes curling, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her thighs went numb. Her belly clenched. Her breath turned to broken gasps as the orgasm overwhelmed her again—longer this time, messier, her slickness spilling down her legs with each brutal stroke.

And still, he didn’t stop.

She could feel him getting rougher—grunting now, his pace ****, cock swelling with the threat of release.

“Please—inside—” she gasped, not even knowing if she meant it, if she wanted it—only that she needed something, anything, to finish it.

And he did.

With one final, savage thrust, he slammed deep and came—hard, hot, pulsing inside her, cock twitching as he emptied himself into her raw, wrecked pussy.

Emily cried out, face pressed to the desk, completely gone—sobbing through the aftershocks of a climax that felt endless, her body limp, thighs soaked, cunt stretched and full of heat.

The room was silent.

Except for their breath.

The blindfold stayed on.

And Emily didn’t move.

Couldn’t.