His hand pressing me to the desk and the rough way he was talking to me and calling me names was actually turning me on even more. “What else do you want, cunt?” By now I was so turned on all I could mumble was “Your cock.” He began laughing loudly as he told me I was about to get the fucking of my life. Indian sex I could feel the wetness of his cock leaking as it rubbed against me. “You were obviously enjoying yourself watching these dirty movies, weren’t you?” “That is none of your business,” I replied. He then told me that he would be here every Wednesday and that I better be ready for another fucking each time or I would find the pictures stapled to the office bulletin board. I could feel the wetness of his cock leaking as it rubbed against me.
