She cringed as he told her that he was a 'man of his word' and continued sucking him until he was hard as hell, his cock swelling probably twice the size of her husbands. He told her to get onto the desk and spread her legs and she did as told with great reluctance, not wanting to give him this satisfaction though she knew that she had no choice in the matter.

She sat up on the desk and spread her legs, tensing somewhat as he came up to her, placing his face to her cunt. She was nervous - terrified even as his tongue went to work but despite the fact that she was trying her best not to be affected by the situation she knew that she was wet. She was holding back the urge to moan as he sucked on her little cunt, only to have him pull away and lean over her, shoving his thick long finger into her cunt, his thumb pressing and rubbing her clit.

Her breathing was incredibly uneven as she tilted her head to the side, moaning quietly as he continued his ministrations, apparently not caring at the moment that she would most likely have little bruises all over her neck.

He asked how she was feeling in her pink slit and she managed a quiet whimper, breathing through parted lips as he lifted his finger to her lips. She parted her lips slightly, reluctantly only to have him shove his finger into her mouth, telling her to suck it clean.

She did as she was told, sucking her own juices off of him, doing her best to avoid eye contact.