THE DEAN’S DRIPPING BRAT 6

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He teased me first, rubbing his thick tip between my slick folds, coating himself in my arousal. The obscene wet sounds made me clench with need. “Oh, yeah…” I moaned, rolling my ass back against him, still high on the aftermath of my orgasm. Then he slammed into me in one brutal and unforgiving thrust. I cried out, fingers clawing at the edge of the desk as he gave me no softness and no mercy. Just hard and punishing thrusts that sent everything crashing to the floor. His hands were iron on my hips, dragging me back to meet every savage stroke. “Is this what you needed?” he growled. “Yes… sir… f**k… yes.” He bent low over me, his lips brushing my shoulder. “You’re mine when you come like this.” He drove deeper and the angle hit something inside me that broke me apart all over agai

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