Cowgirl

“Oh god! No Mr. Darrow, don’t make me do that. You know how much that makes me feel like a whore!”

“Let me get this straight, me screwing you makes you feel like a whore but you’re perfectly fine taking product from the store that employs you without paying but that is okay since you’re the one screwing them?”

I helped Shyla to her feet, moved her aside so I could sit in the chair, then backed her up until she’s in a position to ride my hard cock cowgirl style. Something that I knew for a fact that she hated. So making her straddle my legs and basically lower and raise herself on my cock, really lowering her self esteem.

Even with her head turned away from me, I could just imagine the look of despair on her face as she completed her first trip on my cock. I swear even without hearing her tears I could count how many were being trapped by her eyelashes, since there was no way she had her eyes open.

I couldn’t make out how her tits would be bouncing since she had her arms behind her, using them to steady herself by grasping my arms as I held her hips in my hands.

“Please Mr. Darrow, I don’t deserve to be used like this over a bottle of perfume!”

“You know what, you’re right, so why don’t you get off my lap and make your way to getting up on the table!”

“Oh my god, please don’t do me like that!”

Now I was beginning to get pissed off with her. She knew that i established a set routine with her, so getting fucked doggy tyle on the top of the table shouldn’t come as any surprise to her. I just came right out with her choice.

“Well it’s either that or you resign for good!”