She hesitated, her eyes flashing with defiance, but the oil's lingering effects made her body betray her, her thighs trembling. She climbed onto the table, her dress bunched around her hips, and I pushed her down onto her stomach, her ass up, her legs spread. I poured the oil over her, the liquid dripping down her skin, pooling between her cheeks. She gasped, her body shuddering as the oil worked its magic, amplifying every sensation. I positioned myself behind her, doggy-style, my hands gripping her hips, my cock hard against her.
"You're a filthy slut, Sarah," I said, my voice dripping with venom as I pressed the tip of my cock against her ass, the oil slick and warm. "You think you can hide behind someone else's orders? You're just a weak little bitch." I pushed in, slow at first, the tightness making me groan, her body tensing as she moaned, loud and desperate. The oil made her hypersensitive, her hips bucking involuntarily as I thrust deeper, my hands digging into her flesh.
