You surprise yourself. And her

Sated, you hold the trembling girl as the aftershocks of her orgasms ripple through her. Finally, she gives a little sigh and relaxes, slumping over your desk. You stroke her svelte body and hear her purr with contentment, still impaled on your cock.

"Alors....so good..." she murmurs, looking back at you with a lazy smile. "Still hard...mon Dieu..." she gasps as she realises your cock still fills her tight pussy. "Incroyable..." Her hips started to move again, grinding softly back against you.

"You're a horny little bitch, aren't you Gabrielle?" you growl, impressed by your own stamina. You could easily fuck this hot young girl again, and from the feel of her it's just what she wants. She whines as you pull out of her, then giggles sexily as your turn her and lay her on her back across your desk. .

"Une telle brute," she moans happily as you thrust deeply into her, wrapping her legs around your waist and grinding herself against your impaling cock. "Mon Dieu...Fais-moi ta salope!" she groans as her hands claw at your back urging you on.

You feel incredibly powerful, your hips slamming your cock into the writhing girl as if trying to drive her through the desk. Her whining need seems to make you harder, and a haze of lust blurs your vision as you fuck her with insensate fury.

She is coming again, writhing and bucking as she surrenders to your impaling cock and the orgasmic pleasures it brings her. Her mouth is slack and wet and open as she groans out her bliss, her arms and legs pulling you tighter as though trying to meld with you.

She's like a wild animal, clutching and clawing at you as her orgasms shatter her sanity, her eyes rolling back as she convulses in spasm after spasm, screaming incoherent noises that have no language. You squeeze her pert breasts, rolling the nipples between thumb and forefinger, sending her absolutely mad. You can feel her nails digging into your back, her legs tightening to pull you deeper, her hot cunt convulsing around your pulsing shaft.

Finally, with a roar of conquest and triumph, you explode inside her frantic body, filling her wet velvet tunnel with scalding cream. You slump on top of her shuddering body, hungrily kissing her eager mouth as she whimpers through the aftershocks. She nibbles and bites at your lips, her hands clutching at you, until finally she gives a little sigh and unlocks her ankles, letting her legs fall limply to the floor. She looks up at you with eyes half lidded in complete satisfaction.

"Je t'adore brute," she murmurs softly, then gives a little whine as you stand up, pulling your cock out of her. She reaches down and touches herself, giving a little giggle.

"I am so wet and full of you," she chuckles softly. "I need a tissue ma douce bête." You pass her a box of tissues and straighten your clothing as she mops her dripping cunt. "Look what you have done to my poor kitty, I will be sore for days." She smiles languidly at you, her eyes almost worshipful.

"And if I wanted you again, this moment?" you ask with smile.

"Then you could take me and I would love it my sweet beast, even though you destroyed me." She slides off the desk and tosses the wet tissues in the waste basket. Her skirt is still above her hips, her thong sodden with your mutual juices. "Do you want me?" she asks with an indrawn breath.

"Perhaps later," you smile. "Give you time to rest."

"Alors," she says. "I will await you my brute. I will misbehave again so you can punish me as hard." She tugs down her skirt and buttons her blouse before putting her hands on your chest and turning her face up for a kiss, her tongue darting between your lips. She gives a shudder as she pulls away. "Tu me rends folle," she murmurs as she gathers her things and sways to your door, looking back at you with a salacious grin and twitching her hips once before she departs.