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... the walls like a rhythm of madness, her juices slicking my cock and coating the desk under her.
She was breathless, wrecked.
Hair messy, lips swollen, body twitching with every thrust.
I gripped her throat lightly—not choking, just enough to hold her there and make her feel owned.
"You hear that?" I whispered, leaning down so my lips brushed her ear. "That’s the sound of you getting ruined."
Clap.
She whimpered, then cried out when I slammed in de ...
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