She was desperate to find a way to escape the agony, to make it stop, but Mr. As he continued to pace, he moved closer to the window. He held himself deep inside her, his body shuddering with each mini-thrust as he released his pent-up desire, filling her rectum with his warm, sticky come. I want to see your tits.” He said, like a manager would say to an employee. Her hand moved with a mix of trepidation and curiosity, uncurling the top to reveal the contents. “Have a great weekend,” he added, the phrase a hollow, insincere platitude that seemed to mock her, given the circumstances. Smith’s low, husky tone sent a shiver down Kenna’s spine as he murmured his appreciation, his words dripping with sensual pleasure. As Mr. Smith’s hands grasped her ass cheeks, spreading them apart with a gentle yet firm pressure, Kenna felt a surge of uncertainty wash over her. Smith began to establish a slow and deliberate rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of Kenna’s body with a measured pace, the
