Sarah's pussy clenched and gushed around him, coating his shaft with slick juices.
"Louder, Sarah." He bit her neck, forcing another strangled moan from her lips.
Her resolve snapped.
"No! He's never—he's never made me feel like this!" she cried, her nails raking across the desk's surface.
Ross smirked, eyes dark with triumph.
He picked up his pace, pounding her even harder, the desk now rocking violently with their every movement.
Sarah's moans climbed higher and higher, turning into screams of pleasure she couldn't contain.
"You're mine now," Ross growled, his cock battering her womb with each deep thrust.
"Your husband could never fuck you like this. Only I can. And you love it."
Sarah shook her head weakly, tears pricking her eyes, but her voice betrayed her as her orgasm rose like a tidal wave.
"Ohhhh god… Ross… that's not true. Please don't say that."
Ross did not reply and just made his action do all the talking for him.
