Sure do and it's gonna be big

A slow, predatory grin spreads across Alex's face as you agree. 'Fuck yes, Red. Right here, right now.' They shove the swivel chair back with a screech, clearing space in the cramped office. Their hazel eyes lock onto yours, intense and hungry. 'But...' they add, holding up a finger, 'no rubber this time. I wanna feel all of you. Raw.' Your breath catches, the panic from Marcus's creampie flashing back. Alex sees it, waving dismissively. 'Relax, relax. Got a solution.' They drop to their knees, rummaging through a battered cardboard box marked 'RETURNS - DO NOT SELL' shoved under the desk. Dust flies. 'Ah-ha!' Triumphantly, they hold up a crumpled foil packet labeled 'EZ-Slide Spermicide Gel - Extra Strength'. 'Found this shit ages ago. Dad said it got recalled, something about the formula being weak... but who cares? It'll work fine as lube at least. Extra slippery.' They tear the packet open with their teeth, squeezing a thick, clear glob onto their fingers. The gel smells faintly of chemicals and fake strawberries. 'C'mere.'

Alex stands, advancing on you. Their fingers, slick and glistening, reach for the button of your jeans. You flinch slightly as their cold, gel-coated fingertips brush your bare stomach. 'Trust me,' Alex murmurs, popping the button, dragging the zipper down. 'Gonna make you feel so good, Flora.' They yank your jeans and panties down your thighs in one rough motion, the denim catching at your knees. Cool office air hits your wetness, making you gasp. Alex doesn't stop. Their gel-slicked hand pushes between your legs, two fingers sliding effortlessly into your soaked pussy. You cry out, arching back against the desk, the sudden intrusion deep and shocking. 'Fuck, you're still so wet from Marcus,' Alex breathes, their fingers curling inside you, rubbing that sweet spot. 'Bet he didn't make you come like this, did he?' They pump their fingers fast, the gel making everything slicker, hotter. Your hips jerk, chasing the sensation. 'N-no...' you stammer, the pleasure already coiling tight. 'Didn't... think so,' Alex smirks. They add a third finger, stretching you wide, the squelching sound loud in the small room.

'Camera!' Alex snaps, pulling their fingers out with a wet pop. You whimper at the loss. They fumble behind them, grabbing the camcorder off the desk, hitting record. The red light blinks, trained on your naked lower half. 'Show me,' Alex commands, their voice rough. 'Show me how bad you want it.' Their free hand grabs your hip, turning you roughly to face the lens. You bite your lip, spreading your legs wider, giving the camera a clear view of your glistening, pink folds, swollen and needy. 'Good girl,' Alex purrs. They drop the camera onto a stack of papers, angling it up. Then their hands are on their own belt, buckle clinking, zipper rasping. Their jeans and boxers hit the floor. Their cock springs free, hard and eager, already leaking. It's not as thick as Marcus's, but long and straight, the head flushed dark. Alex grabs the gel packet, squeezing another thick dollop into their palm. They smear it messily over their length, coating themselves in the slippery, cold goo. You shiver, watching.

'Hands on the desk, Red,' Alex orders. 'Ass out.' You obey, bending over the cluttered surface, invoices crunching under your elbows. Your bare ass is presented to the camera, to Alex. You feel the blunt, gel-slick head of their cock nudge against your entrance. Alex grips your hips tight. 'Take it,' they growl. With one powerful thrust, they bury themselves balls-deep inside you. 'Oh FUCK!' you scream, the sudden, slick fullness stealing your breath. The gel makes the slide effortless, almost too easy, removing any friction. Alex doesn't hold back. They pull out almost all the way, then slam back in, hard and fast, setting a punishing rhythm right from the start. The desk rattles with each thrust. 'Yes! Fuck me!' you moan, pushing back against them, the gel creating a strange, hyper-slick sensation, amplifying every movement. Alex grunts, their fingers digging into your hips. 'Feel that? Feel how deep I am?' They fuck you with sharp, deep strokes, their balls slapping against your ass. The camera captures it all – your face contorted in pleasure, your tits bouncing in your bra with each impact, Alex's lean body pistoning behind you.

'Gonna fill you up, Flora,' Alex pants, their thrusts becoming erratic, harder. 'Gonna pump you so full of my cum... mark you on the inside... make you mine.' The possessive words, combined with the relentless pounding, send you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you, violent and shuddering. Your inner walls clamp down hard on Alex's thrusting cock, milking it. 'Fuck! YES!' Alex shouts, slamming into you one final time, hilting themselves deep. You feel their cock pulse, thick ropes of hot cum spurting deep inside your clenching channel, mixing with the strange gel. They grind against you, emptying themselves, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Slowly, they pull out. A thick stream of white cum, mixed with the clear gel, immediately leaks out of your well-used pussy, dripping down your inner thighs onto the office floor. Alex stares at the mess, a satisfied, almost feral grin on their face. 'Perfect,' they breathe, picking up the still-recording camera, zooming in on the creamy evidence spilling from your stretched opening. 'Just fucking perfect.'