The Kitchen

Dragging Claire to the office's kitchen, King proceeded to tear off any bits of her clothes that were unnecessary. She didn't complain like the good whore that she was and instead bit on her lip. The man proceeded to bend her over and run his cock head along her gushing pussy.

"Grab me a drink would you?" he breathed before inserting every bit of himself in her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" the only thoughts that are running in her mind.

"Wh-What do you want sir?" King doesn't respond continuing to instead thrust and thrust into his worker. So she picks out a bottle of water. "W-Wat-fuck- water?" rolled eyes back to get her boss's response but is only met with a shake of his head. So she looks again into the cold fridge.

"M-Milk?" King reaches for and tugs at her breast. Another shake of his head. "F-Fuuuu..." she leans forward forehead resting on the shelf. Eyes pivot up to look again but she can barely even think. Clumsily reaching for the nearest drink she picks out a glass bottle of beer. Mindlessly holding it up only for King to take it and pop open the cap with little effort.

"I'm...glad...!"

Picking her up from the fridge King moves her and places her on the counter to finish in her wet cunt.