#buddy request

Thin, long wood carved into small cylinder shapes clatter and lay messy all around the floor. While the loud dragging of a heavy desk reverberated in the room, Kate's feet rose to its tiptoes, the side of her face pressed against the surface of the mahogany, cheek squished that the side of her lips in a half pout, in which a small whimper escaped from them.

Bending her over on the desk in her mother's office, away from the ongoing party downstairs, Kate feels the weight of your body pressing her more, your cold hand left goosebumps on its wake as it trailed along upwards her skin of the curve of her ass, tugging her silk dress to her waist. Her bare thighs were pushed open, wedging yourself on the center.Bending her over on the desk in her mother's office, away from the ongoing party downstairs, Kate feels the weight of your body pressing her more, your cold hand left goosebumps on its wake as it trailed along upwards her skin of the curve of her ass, tugging her silk dress to her waist. Her bare thighs were pushed open, wedging yourself on the center.

She could feel the intense pressure between her legs as you furiously drive your hips forward and sheathed your strap into her wet cunt, sinking it to the hilt that it draw a loud, shaky moan from her throat.

“Better keep quiet, baby.” Kate shivered when your warm breath hit the back of her ears, your airy voice hushing her stirred her more. “We don't want your mother to hear us, do we?”

Kate's attempt to shake her head failed due to being literally crushed on table. Your vigorous pump were close to sending her over the edge, her voice getting louder each passing second.

“I said quiet.” Your grumbles were laced with a hard grunt.

You lower yourself forward, bracing your weight on one hand while you shoved three of your fingers in Kate's mouth with the other to silence her. With that you abruptly thrust your hips and rammed your cock deep inside her, filling her to the brim. Kate's body retaliates, her lower back arching onto your front, hands shooting forward to grab anything she could put her hands on to bare the pleasure quickly building in her lower abdomen, only to end up with nothing that her finger nails scraped the table creating jagged lines.

The desk underneath the both of you shook and stagger forward from your hips drilling your cock mercilessly in Kate's pussy, her arousal displayed dripping down her inner thighs.

Your mouth that had bit into her shoulder released its hold when a deep chuckle rumble in your throat. “Mother's angel of a daughter isn't that innocent, is she?”

You licked the indents your teeth left on her skin, trailing it side-wards to hover her ears. “No matter how good everyone think you are or even of you have a halo on your head—”

One hard thrust Kate's body surrendered; her throaty cries were muffled by your finger in her mouth, fingernails aching against the hard wood, toes —the only thing that keeps her up— curled, because of that you take it upon yourself to support her limp body.