we are sitting at my desk as i study for my current module, im on your lap cause i only have one chair. in little shorts and one of your shirts, your hands on my hips as i lean into my desk, ass rounded. it's distracting, but everytime my attention wavers from my notes i get a chiding nip on my ear, a pinch on hips and when your hands venture around, skipping under my shorts to my damp panties, i gasp out a 'i need to focus' under my breath.
but you don't care, rubbing my clit. suddenly my notes don't matter. when i shift and moan, you lift your fingers. whining, i turn my head to glare at you, i get a demanding pinch on my thigh, followed by a mocking 'focus up, hun' and i do, i try.
your finger continues its teasing action. whenever my attention wavers from my study you stop. its torturous. and when i finally can't take anymore, cheeks flushed and lips wet from trying to contain my moans, you push my face against my papers, pressed against my desk and shove your cock into my cunny, my shorts hooked on my ankles. i can't remember what i was researching by the time my orgasm builds up, all i can focus on is the drag of your cock on my gummy walls, your hands groping the fat of my ass.
im pliant, for your control, and i melt, cumming quickly around you. i lose count. i can feel you smirk against my ear, leaning over my body, whispering; 'im disappointed, you gave up so quickly, next time you will last longer, won't you?' 'don't cry, youll smudge the ink, then we will have to do this all again.' and when you pull out a breathy sob leaves my swollen lips, my gaping hole leaking your seed.
then you pull me up again to sit on your lap, and i dizzily look at my laptop screen. your hand on my jaw to make sure im looking properly, 'cmon, you can finish it now, can't you?'
a muffled noise leaves my lips, my tongue heavy in my mouth, 'noo-'
then there's a scoff before the cold surface of my desk greets me again.
