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Your back slides down the wall behind you again, and Aaron huffs exasperatedly, "Sweetheart, can't you keep your legs around my waist?"

"No," You blubber from behind the palm of his hand, "'M not strong enough!"

It's his fault. Fucking you silly against a wall probably wasn't the best idea with your mother in the next room over, because he had to keep one hand over your mouth for secrecy's sake, and it meant he wasn't able to help compensate when your legs gave out.

"Okay baby," He croons, slowing in his merciless thrusts into your sopping cunt, "Listen to me. I'm going to get my tie, and I need you to hold on tight. Just for a second," He promises, when you begin tearing up and whimpering against his palm, "Okay? Be strong for me, baby, just for a second."

You nod wearily, whining softly against his hand. Your never-ending flow of pretty little noises is one of Aaron's favorite things, but it does him no good now with your mother in the next room.

"Okay," He grunts, hiking you up once more above his hips. His cock stays barely tucked into your cunt and you whine at the loss of contact, wriggling down in his grip to sink onto him further.

"No, no- fuck, sweetheart, just be patient." Aaron hoists you up again, "I just need to get my tie."

"Hurry up, please!" You whimper into his palm, your legs shaking around his waist as only one of his hands offers you support.

"I know, I know," He soothes, rushing over to his desk where his tie is draped over the back of his chair. He carefully lets go of your waist, thankful when your legs offer their last bit of strength and keep you suspended. He skillfully wraps the silky material around his hand, bunching the fabric up and removing his hand from your mouth.

Before you can so much as moan, he's jamming the tie into your mouth, your tongue soaking the fabric with drool instantly. He watches your spit slowly seep through the grey fabric, his breathing shaky as he wrapped both of his now-free hands around your waist again.