"You like that, don't you? The Dubai girl needs a reminder of who's in charge," I whispered, leaning over her.
"Yes! More! Please!" she cried out, her fingers digging into the mahogany, her rounded ass shaking as she arched her back, practically begging for the penetration to follow the pain.
I didn't keep her waiting. I hooked my fingers into her hips, feeling the velvet softness of her skin against the raw power of my grip, and prepared to stake my claim.
I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back as she lay sprawled across the mahogany. I took the head of my cock and began to drag it slowly along the length of her slick pussy lips, painting myself in her heat. The friction was electric. Cami let out a long, shuddering moan, her fingers clawing at the edge of the desk.
"Druski, please... just put it in," she whimpered, her hips hitching upward in a desperate search for friction.
