You do what she says

You continue massaging her nipples, and she squirms, her sinewy body writhing under your grasp. You then ease your hands away and massage her shoulders and back, which you know from experience is her favourite part of the body (see the site, it’s true!)
“Hey…” she says in a sultry voice “That’s good. But I think you missed a spot somewhere down there…”
“Where, exactly?” you say and then “Yvette.” Growing a little bolder at this intimacy.
“Between my legs, silly. Right…” she open her legs “There.”
You are by now trembling all over, and feel a little awkward still in your uniform, but do as she asks. You reach down between her iron thighs and, with your first two fingers, massaging round and round her beautiful pussy, which is hot and wet, a tiny pink bud on her chocolate flesh. You rub your thumb against her pretty, erect clitoris, and she begins moaning, softly at first, then louder, until the full **** of her powerful voice is everywhere, grunting and moaning and whimpering in a series of obscene, animal cries. She bangs her fists on the table, making it shudder with her strength, and you fear someone will hear…suddenly she gets up and rips your shirt off, pushing you onto the table and tearing at clothing with uncontrolled lust. She finally destroys you boxers, ripping them in two off your body, and climbs on top. Her arms hold you down with no effort, and she looks at you and growls, her six pack stomach heaving.
She has become an animal.
Slowly, she eases her burning, shaven pussy down onto your aching cock. Despite her soaking wetness it is terribly tight, and hurts a little on the first plunge.
You moan her name and she smiles a feline smile, stroking your chest.
She tenses her passage, and your cock is gripped even tighter, setting off all the nerve endings in it from base to tip. ‘God’ you think, slightly scared but more aroused than you can ever remember ‘Even her pussy is stronger than I am!’
She raises herself again, almost making you cry with frustration…you do not move. You can do nothing to stop her. You have become her pleasure thing, a fucktoy to do with whatever she please.
She slams down again, with a **** which makes your buttocks flatten on the table.
“Is that tight enough for you, my dear ****?” She whispers “Or would you prefer it even tighter?”