Fifty-Seven

Maria

"Do you want to come, Maria?" I nibble at her ear.

She nods, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Beg for it."

Maria lets out a whimper. "Please," she gasps. "Please make me come."

"Not make." I stop my movements, but her hips continue to buck. "Let."

"Please let me come," she pants immediately.

I reward her obedience with pleasure, working my fingers in and out of her and moving them faster. I press my thumb against her clit and rub hard circles around the sensitive bump. She cries out, and I feel her pussy squeezing around my fingers as she comes. Her juices coat my hand, and I pull my fingers out.

I pull her hair, so she has to turn and watch me lick each one clean. I hold onto Maria as she slowly returns to earth from her orgasm.

I push up from the desk then press my hand against her back. Maria stays where she is, bent over the desk, her dress hiked up and her panties pulled aside. I unzip my pants and pull out my hard cock. The tight skin glistens as I give the tip—throbbing with pre-