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Your knees are numb from kneeling on the hard floor, and your airway is stuffed by a fat cock, which didn't help your case either—breathing was a labor as much as bobbing your head and trying not to bump your head on the mahogany desk above you.
Sweat dripped down your cheek, and the drool dried on your chin as you sucked and slurped Joshua's length, making him struggle to keep his conversation with his employee.
You are determined to make him break—embarrass himself. In fact, you're dying to see the crimson bloom on his cheeks when you make him slip out a moan, exposing his little party under the desk, and when he does, you will scoff smugly, saying he deserved it for embarrassing you earlier in front of your co-workers. This man has the audacity to sink into your hole whenever he pleases but has no mercy when it comes to a minor error in the report. He'll slam the report on the desk loudly (and you later when everyone has left) and scold you like a stern principal catching rowdy kids doing drugs.
It's your best chance to get your revenge and make him suffer.
Pulling back, you inhale a sharp breath and spit on his tip and take him back in your mouth, this time letting his length hit the back of your throat.
Joshua's legs tremble, and his fingers claw in your hair, making you take him in more roughly. You smirk against cock, knowing he's struggling to hold himself back.
That's what you get, Mr. Grumpy-pants!
You scoff in your head and suck out his soul through his cock.
He's getting closer.
Your hands climb up to knead his balls with your moans vibrating his length. He's coated with your saliva and spit, making it easier for you to bob your head on.
Joshua knows you won't give him the way he wants, so he uses your hair as rails to guide your mouth on his cock.
You swirl your tongue around his tip, and that undoes him.
A warm liquid floods your mouth, and you savor it for a moment, then drink it without hesitation. You pull back to catch your breath, wiping with the back of your hand the drops of his spill that sticks to your lips.
The table cloth rises up, and you're met with those sharp eyes eating you up.
"You had your fun, huh? C'mon now, crawl out like a slut you are, and I'll teach you a lesson that you so desperately are asking for."
You gulp and close your legs; you can already feel the wave rising up in your folds.
You do as he asked—you crawl out to take your lesson.