“You want me to fuck you over my desk like a little slut?” His voice is strained, and I know he’s getting close. I feel so dirty, loving the way his degradation makes me feel. “Yes, Sir,” I nearly yell from the torrent of sensation coursing through my body. “You are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he growls. “Yes, Sir!” “This is what you get for tempting me. Tell me you’re sorry, Charlotte.” His thrusts grow even more rough and wild, sending me into a tailspin as I come, and I swear my feet leave the ground. My body seizes, my pussy throbbing around his cock. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I cry in a
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