She only had enough time to put her hands on his shoulders as he yanked her off the edge of the desk, down onto his shaft. He filled her so deeply, stretched her so far with her legs spread wide over the thin metal arms of the chair, she almost came apart right then and there. The angle had him going so deep she couldn’t catch her breath. Her head spun as he held her there, impaled and immobile, legs dangling. She could feel the blood pulsing in his shaft.
