cleaning up his mess

David’s thrusts grew shorter and more forceful. The desk shook under every impact. Isabella’s broken sounds mixed with the wet slap of skin as he used her without slowing.

He buried himself to the hilt with a low groan and came hard.

Thick pulses of cum flooded her already full cunt, adding to the mess from earlier. David held her down by the neck and waist, grinding deep while he emptied himself inside her for the second time. Isabella felt every spurt, her body trembling against the desk as more of his release leaked out around his shaft and down her thighs.

Only when he finished did he slowly pull out. A heavy trickle of cum followed, dripping onto the floor between her feet.

David stepped back, breathing hard, and looked at the state of her — bent over, skirt still bunched at her waist, tits shiny with his spit, face streaked with tears, and his cum steadily leaking from her used hole.

“Get up.”

When she didn’t move fast enough he grabbed her by the arm and hauled her upright. Her legs were unsteady. Cum ran down the inside of both thighs. David didn’t give her time to recover. He took his still-hard, glistening cock in one hand and pressed the wet head against her cheek.

“Clean it.”

Isabella tried to turn her face away. He gripped her jaw and forced her to stay still while he dragged the thick, cum-slick length of his cock across her lips, her cheeks, and over the bridge of her nose. He smeared the mixture of their fluids all over her face, coating her skin until it shone.

“Open.”

When her lips parted he pushed the head past them and wiped the rest of the shaft against her tongue, making her taste everything. Only when he was satisfied did he pull away.

David walked around the desk, sat heavily in his chair, and pointed to his lap.

“Come here. Sit on it. Facing me.”

Isabella stared at him, face still wet and messy. He simply waited, cock standing upright and ready again.

When she hesitated he repeated, colder this time, “I said sit. You’re going to stay on my cock while I work. Move.”

She stepped forward on shaky legs. David guided her to straddle him, facing him, and lowered her down until the thick head of his cock pushed back into her cum-filled cunt. He kept going until she was fully seated, every inch buried inside her once more.

Isabella’s hands came up around his neck. Her head dropped onto his shoulder, too exhausted to hold it up. Her tits pressed flat against his chest, squeezed between their bodies by the tight angle. David adjusted her so she stayed deeply impaled, then reached for a folder on the side of the desk as if nothing unusual was happening.

“Stay still,” he said, opening the folder. “I’ve got work to finish. You’re just going to keep my cock warm until I’m done.”

He began reading. Every so often his free hand slid up her back, then around to grope one of her tits, squeezing the soft flesh that was already crushed against him. Other times his palm dropped to her ass, gripping a handful and giving it a slow, possessive squeeze while she stayed seated on his dick.

Isabella didn’t lift her head. She kept her face buried against his shoulder, arms loose around his neck, while his second load slowly leaked out of her around the thick shaft that filled her. David kept working, occasionally groping her tits or ass like she was just another thing on his desk, and made no move to let her off.