She wants you

She catches your hand in hers and pulls you between her long legs. She nods in excitement when you position your self against her sex and prepare to impaled her again this time on the desk.

"Oh God, Yes!" As you predicted this desk is exactly the right height, and now that Sally has been further prepared by the orgasm, you don't have to be quite as careful as before. The first few tentative thrusts are met with little gasps of pain/pleasure, but as you continue methodically her grunts turn into needy moans of desire. "Yes...oh wow...oh my God yes..." She wraps her long legs behind your back and tries to hook her ankles together, but you can't let her do that.

The change in position was specifically to allow you the freedom to pull out when you need to. You hook your arm around her slender knee and bend her leg back almost all the way to her jiggling tit. In this position you can drive even deeper into Sally's pussy and once again you see her struggling to accommodate your size, but more importantly you can see that she is close to reaching a second climax.

"Cum for me, Sally." You urge her on, "Cum on my cock. You can do it." Normally, you pride yourself on your stamina and ability to continue at this pace for as long as needed to make your woman cum, but with this tight virgin and her unabashed responses, you don't have much time left before you'll have to pull out.

Luckily, you don't have to wait any longer. Sally's eyes roll back in their sockets, her back arches and her free leg flails against your back. Just in time, you get your hand across her mouth muffling most of her scream of passion and even before she stops her spasming you pull out of her with a savage grunt and beginning ejaculating onto her belly and small breasts.

This teen-aged redhead looks even better like this than she did riding on your cock; her cum covered chest rises and falls rapidly and green eyes blink in confusion as she slowly returns to her senses. When your hand lifts from her mouth she gasps for breath, but you are relieved to see that she is no longer screaming.

"Wow." You barely hear the whisper, but you see her lips move and the expression of wonder on her pretty face is all you need to make your male ego soar and you pull her up to a sitting position.

"Are you alright?" Wiping a sparkling tear from Sally's freckled cheek, you remember just how forceful you had been near the end. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, Hawk. You were perfect."

After a minute of silence you use your discarded t-shirt to wipe away the seed that was threatening to trickle down to her sex, she giggles sweetly as you rub the shirt over her flat belly and the small mounds of her tits. Her skin is so soft and smooth that you have to fight the urge push her back down on the wooden desk, instead you find your khakis and pull them up to hide your stiffening manhood.

"I should go Hawk." Sally tells you with that directness that is so unusual in today's teenagers. "But thank you, I'll never forget this." You watch in silence as she pulls on her panties and shorts, and then with a teasing smile, she uses her tank-top to cover her chest and turns her back on you modestly as she pulls the shirt over her head.

Your fists clench in response to her teasing, there is nothing more that you'd like than to pull that paint-covered shirt from her and lead her into your bedroom for a second and third round. Instead you watch in silence as she dresses and quietly slips from the office.