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He Demanded Holiday Pay With His Cock

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“I wasn’t asking you.” His massive hand was wrapped in my hair, his cock mere centimeters from my willing, open mouth. “You are going to give us holiday pay.” He slammed his cock back down my throat, choking me and forcing me to swallow all ten inches of his juicy johnson. I was helpless in his grasp, a filthy submissive whore who needed this more than he could have ever known. Right then, all I knew was his meat in my mouth as he shamelessly and recklessly throat fucked me. I was lost and hypnotized by the rhythm of his hips, his cock slipping in and out of my hot, hungry little fuck hole. My pretty pussy was dripping under my skirt.
He yanked me up by the hair suddenly, his other hand slapping me roughly across my slutty face before settling tightly around my neck. “We are getting holiday pay, right whore?” He spit in my face, and I started to cry. It was so fucking hot, the way he was handling me like a rag doll. I knew I wanted, no needed, more of his viscous caress. He didn’t give me a chance to answer, ripping my soaked panties off my fat ass and shoved them right into my mouth.
He picked my fat ass up, threw me on the desk, and slid his throbbing cock up into my tight, soaked slutty slit. I was moaning through the panties, so he slapped me again. I could taste the blood in my mouth. It only turned me on more as he roughly fucked me there in my office, not giving me any choice in the matter. I nodded, crying out as I came on his forced cock. He spit on me, came on my face, wiped himself in my hair, and left. When he went, he left the office door open, and everyone was peeking through the door at my wrecked form.

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