You do what she asks

I stood up slowly, my heart hammering against my ribs as my hands went to my belt. The reality of what was about to happen hit me hard—fucking the pastor's wife, right here in his own office, turning a married woman into an adulterer. The thought made my cock throb painfully against my zipper. I freed it, letting it spring out heavy and hard, and Rachel's eyes locked on it with pure hunger.

I stepped behind her as she stayed bent over the desk, grabbed the waistband of her soaked black lace panties, and yanked them down her thighs. Her ass was perfect—round, pale, trembling slightly. I spread her cheeks wide with both hands, exposing her tight little asshole, and leaned in without hesitation.

My tongue dragged slowly up the length of her crack, then pressed flat against her puckered hole. I licked her gently at first, circling the rim, then pushing the tip inside just enough to make her gasp. She pushed back against my face, her pussy visibly dripping down her inner thighs, clear strands of arousal stretching toward the floor.

"Oh my God, Ethan... no one's ever..." she whimpered, voice cracking.

I kept licking—long, wet strokes from her asshole down to her dripping pussy and back again—until her legs were shaking. Only then did I stand up, line my cock up with her soaked entrance, and push inside in one smooth thrust.

Rachel cried out, a raw, desperate sound that echoed off the office walls. "Yes! Fuck me—fuck me like you fucked those other girls!"

I grabbed her hips and started pounding into her, the desk creaking under us. Her tits bounced wildly with every thrust, so I reached around, yanked her dress down, and pulled them free. They were heavy, soft, with stiff pink nipples. I squeezed them hard, slapped them, pinched the nipples until she moaned louder.

"Your cock... it's so much bigger than John's," she gasped between thrusts. "Thicker... denser... it stretches me so fucking good. He never fucks me like this—never makes me this wet."

I flipped her onto her back on the desk, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and drove back into her. Her tits jiggled with every slam. I leaned down and sucked one nipple into my mouth, biting gently while my cock hammered her pussy. She clawed at my back, heels digging into my ass.

"Harder—fuck me harder!" she begged. "Make me your cheating whore right here in his office!"

I pulled out, spun her around again, and bent her over the desk once more. This time I pushed two fingers into her ass while my cock slammed back into her pussy. She came instantly, her whole body shaking, juices squirting down my balls. I kept fucking her through it, slapping her ass, watching her married body convulse around me.

"Your husband's cock never made you cum like that, did it?" I growled.

"Never," she sobbed, pushing back to meet every thrust. "Your cock feels so much better—thicker, harder, it owns me. Don't stop—fill me up!"

I grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and pounded into her until my balls tightened. With a final deep thrust I unloaded inside her, pumping rope after rope of cum deep into her married pussy while she moaned my name like a prayer.