Page 391 of Valentino

He’s just so…... Never have I seen someone so ridiculously hot.

He stands and swipes the tip of his cock through my swollen lips as we stare at each other.

Then, without hesitation, he pushes forward and slides into the hilt. “Ohhh……” My body ripples around his.

The air leaves my lungs at his size. “Good lord,” I moan.

Thankfully all the stationery fucking has prepared me for this wide load.

Ouch…. That smarts.

I’m grateful for my trusty vibrator right now. Well done, Bob.

All our intimate nights alone have paid off, if I hadn’t been fucking you all this time, I would have just been split in half.

He slowly pulls out and slams in hard.

Actually, I still might…… ahhhh, fuck.

I’m completely at his mercy like this.

He slams into me again and the air is knocked from my lungs, it’s a wonder the desk doesn’t break.

“Gabriel….” I whimper. “Easy…”

Fucking hell.

“Sorry,” he mutters distracted, he slows, and in a more measured and controlled way he slowly loosens me up.

With his hands gripping my hip bones, we fall into a rhythm. Strong thick pumps, and I can’t speak, I can’t breathe, and fuck…. I can’t even see.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, his breathing is labored as he struggles for control, perspiration beads on his brow, “So fucking good, Grace.” He pumps me hard. “So.” He pumps me again. “Fucking.” Another deep pump. “Good.”

The sound of our skin slapping echoes throughout the office.

Looking up at him, doing that.….. is too much, and I explode head first into an orgasm as I cry out loud.

His eyes roll back in his head, and he really lets me have it, deep punishing hits and then he holds himself deep and lets out a guttural moan.

We pant, trying to get precious air into our lungs. Both red and puffing, covered in perspiration.

He moves slowly to completely empty himself into me and then he pulls out. His chest rises and falls, and his eyebrows shoot up as if surprised. “Well….. ”

I giggle, “Well…..”

He takes my hand and pulls me up to a seated position and then cups my face and kisses me, soft and tender. His lips lingering over mine.

Oh…..

“I’ve been wanting to do that for seven years.” He smiles against my lips.

“And now that you have?” I whisper.

“I’m glad I didn’t, we would never have gotten any work done.” He grabs my sex and tugs it, “Having this perfect pussy in my office would have been a major distraction.” He turns and picks up my dress.

I giggle, feeling relieved.

Perfect pussy.