Marcus fucks Leslie

Marcus’s I don’t think it fit in my mouth said Leslie” oh yes it will show what kind of slut you are

Marcus’s fingers tangled in Leslie’s hair as he looked down at her with dark, hungry eyes. "You say it won’t fit?" he growled, pressing the thick head of his cock against her parted lips. "Open wider, slut."

Leslie whimpered as he pushed forward, her jaw straining as he stretched her mouth wide. Tears pricked at her eyes as the thick shaft slid deeper, her throat fluttering around him. Saliva dripped down her chin as she gagged, her fingers digging into his thighs.

"That’s it," Marcus groaned, rolling his hips slowly, forcing another inch past her trembling lips. "Take it all like the greedy white slut you are."

Leslie’s throat relaxed as she found her rhythm, her lips stretching obscenely around Marcus’s girth as she bobbed her head with hungry desperation. Drool slicked her chin, her mascara smudging as tears of effort welled in her eyes—but she didn’t stop. Her tongue swirled along the thick vein pulsing beneath his skin, her fingers kneading the heavy weight of his balls as she hollowed her cheeks.

Marcus groaned, his hips jerking forward as he thrust deeper, the head of his cock nudging the back of her throat. “Fuck, that mouth was made for this,” he gritted out, tightening his grip in her hair.

Leslie pulled back with a wet gasp, a string of saliva still connecting her lips to his glistening cock. She spat onto the thick shaft, watching the slickness drip down before taking him deep again, her throat fluttering around him. Marcus growled low in his chest, his grip tightening in her hair as he thrust forward, forcing himself deeper.

Her nose pressed against his pelvis as he held her there, her throat convulsing around his girth. Tears streaked her cheeks, her mascara smearing as she struggled to breathe through her stuffed mouth. Marcus’s hips pistoned, fucking her face with rough, relentless strokes, each one dragging a choked whimper from her.

Marcus suddenly pulled his cock from Leslie’s mouth with a wet pop, her swollen lips glistening with spit as she gasped for air. Before she could recover, his large hands gripped her waist, hauling her thick, trembling body up from the floor with effortless strength.

Her back hit the smooth surface of her desk, papers scattering as Marcus shoved her skirt up past her hips, exposing the damp lace of her panties. Leslie arched against him, her fingers clawing at his shirt as he leaned over her, his dark eyes burning with hunger.

“Spread those pretty legs,” he commanded, his voice rough.

Leslie’s fingers trembled as she obeyed, hooking her thumbs into the lace of her panties and pulling them aside, exposing her glistening pink folds to the thick, throbbing heat of Marcus’s cock. The swollen head pressed against her entrance, and she gasped at the impossible stretch, her walls fluttering around just the tip.

"Please," she whimpered, her nails digging into his forearms, "be gentle..."

Marcus exhaled through clenched teeth, his muscles taut with restraint as he rolled his hips forward, forcing her tight little cunt to yield to him inch by inch.

Leslie’s back arched off the desk as Marcus buried himself deeper, her slick walls stretching obscenely around his girth. A broken moan tore from her throat—half pleasure, half pain—as he bottomed out inside her, his pelvis grinding against her trembling thighs.

Marcus groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her tits, squeezing the heavy mounds through her rumpled blouse. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he gritted out, rolling his hips in slow, deliberate circles, making her whimper as every inch of him dragged against her clenching walls.

Leslie’s thighs quivered as Marcus’s powerful thrusts sent shockwaves through her body, each snap of his hips driving her closer to the edge. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her nails raking down his back as she clung to him, her cunt clenching around his thick length.

"You gonna cum for me?" Marcus growled, his voice rough with lust as he pistoned into her, the wet slap of skin filling the office. "That’s it—take it, slut. Cum on this fat cock."

A high, **** whine escaped Leslie’s lips as the pressure inside her coiled impossibly tight.

Leslie’s body arched violently as the orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clamping down on Marcus’s thick cock in ****, rhythmic pulses. A gush of warm liquid splashed between them as she squirted, her inner walls fluttering wildly around his shaft while her thighs trembled against his hips.

Marcus growled, his thrusts turning brutal as her slick heat milked him. “Damn, white girl,” he gritted out, slamming into her with punishing ****, his balls slapping against her soaked skin. “You just drownin’ this dick.”

Leslie could only whimper, her vision blurring as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Marcus didn’t let up—his thick cock pistoned into her with relentless ****, each deep stroke dragging against her swollen walls as her pussy fluttered around him.

Marcus’s grip tightened on her hips as he felt her walls fluttering around him, his thrusts turning deep and deliberate. "Gonna make you cum on this cock again," he growled, his voice thick with lust. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs as he slammed into her, the wet slap of skin echoing through the office.

Leslie’s back arched off the desk, her nails scraping against the wood as another orgasm coiled tight in her belly. "Oh God—" she gasped, her cunt clenching around him in **** pulses.

"That’s it," Marcus snarled, his rhythm faltering as his own release built.

Marcus wrenched his cock from her dripping pussy with a wet schlick, spinning Leslie’s trembling body with rough hands. Her plump white ass jiggled as he bent her over the desk, her cheek pressed against scattered paperwork, her swollen cunt glistening under the office lights.

"Fuck yeah, look at that fat ass," Marcus growled, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. He spat between her cheeks, the saliva dripping down her folds before he rubbed the thick head of his cock through her slickness, teasing her swollen clit with each pass.

Leslie gasped as he slammed into her without warning, her back arching as he stretched her wide again.

Marcus’s thick, veined shaft disappeared into her slick depths, buried to the hilt just beneath the jiggling swell of her plump white ass cheeks. The sheer girth of him stretched her obscenely, each brutal thrust making her flesh ripple, her body yielding to his relentless pace.

Leslie’s moans pitched higher as Marcus drove into her with savage precision, her plump ass rippling with every brutal thrust. The sharp slap of his hips against her flesh echoed off the office walls, her skin flushing hot where his fingers dug into her waist. "F-fuck, Marcus!" she sobbed, her voice breaking as his cock stretched her impossibly deeper, the swollen head dragging against her trembling walls with each withdrawal.

Her thighs quivered, her body rocking forward with the **** of his movements, her tits swaying beneath her as she clutched the desk for balance. Marcus grunted, his rhythm growing erratic, his balls tightening against her dripping slit.

Marcus’s fingers bit into her hips as he drove deeper, his voice a rough growl against the shell of her ear. "Gonna make you cum for a third time before I bust my nuts deep inside you, slut." His thrusts turned punishing, angling up to grind against that sweet spot that made her vision white out.

Leslie choked on a scream as her body bowed, her cunt convulsing around him in frantic, fluttering pulses. Slickness gushed between her thighs, her clit throbbing as the orgasm tore through her with merciless intensity. "M-Marcus—!"

"I’m—I’m—oh god, I’m cumming!" Leslie sobbed, her voice breaking as her body clenched around him in helpless, shuddering waves.

Marcus’s hips stuttered as his thick cock twitched inside her, his balls drawing up tight against her dripping slit. "Fuck, take this load, bitch," he snarled, slamming in one last time, hilting himself to the root as his cock pulsed violently. Rope after rope of hot cum flooded her clutching cunt, each thick spurt coating her walls as his shaft jerked in time with his release.

Leslie whimpered, her body trembling as his seed spilled deep, the scalding heat of it wringing another weak shudder from her overstimulated pussy.

Marcus’s thick cock twitched as the last pulses of cum painted her inner walls, his shaft still buried to the hilt as his release overflowed. Hot, sticky ropes seeped from her stretched pussy lips, dripping down her trembling thighs in thick rivulets. Leslie gasped as his fat cock slid out slowly, glistening with their mixed fluids, her swollen entrance struggling to close around the absence of him.

"Look at that," Marcus growled, dragging his fingers through the mess leaking from her. "Drippin’ like a fuckin’ faucet." He smeared his cum across her clit, watching her twitch at the oversensitive touch before giving her ass a sharp slap.

Marcus gave her ass another rough squeeze before stepping back, his thick cock glistening with her juices as he tucked it back into his pants with a low groan. "Damn, babe, you got some good pussy," he muttered, zipping up with a smirk. "But I’ve got to go."

Leslie remained bent over the desk, her thighs trembling, her swollen pussy still gaping slightly—puffy lips glistening with his cum as it trickled down her inner thighs. The office air felt cool against her overheated skin, her breath still coming in shaky gasps as she clutched the edge of the desk, too wrecked to move.

Leslie’s fingers twitched toward her phone, the screen still glowing with the red recording indicator. Her breath hitched as she turned her head slightly, catching the dim reflection of her own flushed face in the darkened screen. “I… I hope you liked that, honey,” she panted, her voice hoarse and uneven, the words trembling as they left her swollen lips.

Leslie’s finger trembled as she tapped send, the message whooshing away to Craig with a soft chime. Her pulse hammered in her throat as she watched the screen—Delivered flashing up at her like an accusation. The phone slipped from her slick fingers, clattering onto the desk as Marcus’s cum still seeped from her swollen cunt, a slow, warm trickle down her inner thigh.

The office hummed with the faint buzz of the overhead lights, the scent of sex thick in the air. She could still feel the ache of him between her legs, the stretch of her pussy lips as they struggled to close, sticky with his release.