Stuck Between a Cock and a Hard Place

Lucas sits behind his desk, photos scattered like evidence of every lie Lucy told. She begs. He doesn’t argue. He just stands, unzips, and pushes his thick cock past her lips until her throat tightens around him. Two fingers slide straight into her cunt while she gags. Wet sounds fill the room. He flips her. Belly on the desk, ass up. One hard thrust and he’s buried to the root, pounding so the wood creaks. Every slap of skin echoes. Later she kneels on the ottoman, wrists already tied. He drives into her again, palm cracking across her ass in steady rhythm. She jolts. He peels off his shirt, knots it between her teeth, then loops the fabric around her throat like a leash, yanking her head back with every thrust. He lays her on the desk next, wrists lashed to her own knees, pussy spread and dripping. His tongue works slow circles, then two fingers curl inside until she whimpers. He replaces them with his cock, slams deep, and makes her beg. She does. He laughs and stops her short. He fucks her throat raw, then flips her back onto her knees and rails her until his load paints her stomach and tits. While she’s still shaking, he dials her husband. “She’s clean,” he says. “Totally faithful.”