His honey-green eyes went dark, pure hunger as I begged, "Yes, please. I'm so full." He pushed me back gentle onto the desk, papers scattering. Cool AC air blasted my bare skin, but it only made me hotter—nipples tighter, pussy clenching wetter. His gaze raked over me, every curve, every drip of milk on my swollen tits.
"You're absolutely breathtaking, my dear," he growled low. "I'm going to take such good care of you. Drain these fat, leaky tits till you're empty and shaking."
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