RHEA
I explode—screaming, p***y gushing around his fingers, squirting hard in hot waves, body convulsing, c**t pulsing against the cold ring. He doesn’t stop—fingers f*****g me through it, drawing it out until I’m sobbing, coming again immediately, harder, juices soaking his hand, the desk, everything.
“Good f*****g girl,” he growls, voice rough for the first time.
I’m wrecked—trembling, tears streaming, p***y still spasming.
He pulls his fingers out slow, dragging them against my walls, letting me feel every inch of the empty ache he leaves behind.
I’m desperate now—raw, throbbing need pulsing through my swollen p***y, c**t begging for anything to tip me over.
“Dame—please—your c**k—I need your c**k inside me—please f**k me—fill me up—”
He stands tall, unzips his pants slow and del
