boychute. You know that is more or less the
deepest I aodate, but it has opped you fr to stuff
the remaining three inches inside me anyway. With one hand pressing down on
my bad the other f the beads into my mouth, you begin to grind
against me, screwing my boyt in a circular motion in an attempt to force
more of your e. I feel the hefty girth of your tool - almost
twice the thiess of my own - pressing against my asswalls, f them
to balloon out of proportions. Your cockhead pokes and probes at something
deep inside my guts, urging it to give way. I remember your promise to me,
that one day I _will_ take all of you in me, even if you have to shove your
hand in and re-arrange my insides yourself.
I imagine what it would be like if someoo step in at that moment.
There I am, bent over my own desk in only my socks and shoes, my mouth
fully stuffed with anal beads and being forced to take more, my little body
boung bad forth as you ram your throbbing mand out of my
boyt. I am grunting and moaning like a bitch, partly because of your
cock raping me and partly because ea-stroke would force my mouth to
stretch even more around the slime-covered anal balls. The two remaining
beads are now almost pletely in, my lips stretched and open, my mouth
stuffed to obse shape with the white balls.
Pushing down even harder on my back, you lean your much larger body onto
mine and begin pumping into me even harder, slamming my thighs into the
edge of the desk mercilessly. It seems to me like everyone in the building
must be able to hear the racket as the desk in turn slams repeatedly into
the partition walls. You breed me like this for what seems like hours,
oblivious to my yelps of pain and the flailing of my arms as they push
despairingly and iually at your strong steel-like hands and pumping
hips.