Dave pushed Tasha onto the cold, hard lab table, her body sprawled out before him. He towered over her, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and desire. He gazed at her mature, curvaceous body. His eyes roaming over her, and his desire had started growing immensely.
Tasha's breath quickened, her chest rising and falling with a nervous anticipation. She wanted to act, but she was scared of what might happen. So she remained silent, her pride the only thing keeping her from pleading.
Dave smirked, enjoying the power he held over her. He released her chin and stepped back, unbuckling his belt slowly, letting it fall to the floor with a loud clink. "On your knees," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Her body trembled as she lowered herself to the cold floor, her knees aching against the hard surface. Dave stood before her, his pants loosening as his erection strained against the fabric of his pants. "Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice dripping with dominance.
