The metal of the desk was cold upon her flesh. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the high gloss as she stared downward; she was smiling and tired. The chance for her to be embarrassed had passed long ago. Now she was getting what she so badly craved. As she lay there pressed against the cluttered paper she could only laugh as she tasted her tears. “My god what was he doing to her?” then she was reminded by the sting of his hand. With each smack on her pale round ass she grew more and more excited hoping yet for another.
Desk, Paper, Embarrassed, Long, Cold
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