Like Mother, Like Slut

I don’t want to. How long will he keep me here kneeling sideways under his desk, pitifully squeezed in the too-small space between his knees and the mahogany backing? Indian porn I don’t even have control of my vocal chords anymore. I didn’t even see it coming. Who are you to judge my own mind retorts. I squeeze up against the wood as he scoots back in, sliding down off my knees to my butt and then hugging my knees. I mean in for a penny, in for a pound right? Bucking quietly, tits bouncing, biting my lip and holding my breath as he expertly rubs the orgasm out of me with his fingers. Matt!” I grunt again, cumming in his hand
“Shut up”
I do. How long will he keep me here kneeling sideways under his desk, pitifully squeezed in the too-small space between his knees and the mahogany backing?