What does Nicole do?
Nicole bends over the Desk
Nicole braced her palms against the cold mahogany, the polished wood biting into her skin. She arched her spine, pushing her backside high into the air. Jefferson gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her pale flesh as he yanked her charcoal skirt up to her waist.
"Look at you," he sneered, his breath hot against her neck. "Leaking all over my desk before I even touch you."
"I don't!" she gasped, her voice trembling.
He unzipped his trousers with a sharp metallic rasp. His cock, thick and pulsing, sprang free. He didn't use a condom. He didn't use lubricant. He simply pressed the blunt head of his member against her drenched slit.

"Tell me who owns this pussy, Nicole."
"You do," she whimpered, her head hanging low. Hoping to get him to finish faster if she just plays along "You own it, Mr. Jefferson."
He lunged forward. A wet, heavy squelch echoed through the silent office as he buried himself deep inside her. Nicole let out a sharp cry, her toes curling against the carpet. He began to hammer into her, his pelvis slapping rhythmically against her ass.
"Tight. So fucking tight," he groaned, his voice a guttural rasp.
The friction built quickly. The sensation of his thick shaft stretching her walls triggered a sudden, violent surge of pleasure.

Nicole's internal muscles clamped down on him in a rhythmic vice. She let out a strangled moan, her body shuddering as the Orgasm ripped through her.
"That's it. Take it all," he commanded, refusing to slow down.
He drove deeper, his movements becoming more frantic. He reached around to pinch her nipples, twisting them hard. The dual stimulation pushed her over the edge again. A second, more intense climax crashed over her, leaving her breathless and shaking.

"I'm going to fill you." he grunted, his pace becoming desperate.
He let out a low growl and slammed his weight forward one last time. He shuddered, his cock pulsing deep inside her Slit as he pumped wave after wave of hot, thick seed into her womb. He stayed buried for a moment, breathing heavily, before sliding out with a wet, sucking sound.

A mixture of Cum and Pussy-Juices leaked from her open lips, dripping onto the mahogany desk.
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