"Is this what you wanted?" I grunt, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes in the quiet office, a nasty, wet rhythm. "You wanted me to fuck you to death? To use your worthless cunt to vent?"
"Yes!" she cries out, her nails scratching at the polished wood of the desk. "Yes, Carmine! Fuck me! Punish this worthless cunt!"
I lean forward, keeping my pace hard and fast, and put more pressure on her throat. Her moans become gurgles, her eyes fluttering closed in pure ecstasy. She's fucking obsessed with this. With being used. With being my dirty little secret, my personal relief valve.
I watch her face, the way her sweet, kind features contort into something filthy and desperate. Her mouth hangs open, drool collecting at the corner. I love ruining her like this. I love reducing her to a mindless, moaning creature who exists only for my cock.
