He lifted me on his desk, next to his equipment, pulled me closer by my hips, and slipped his cock inside me. I was sore after our 3-days-sex-marathon, but I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to keep on fucking him as long as I’m alive.
He wrapped his fingers around my throat while kissing me, I was biting his lips in return. I paused for a short moment to tell him that it was too deep. That it hurt so bad. And how much I loved it.
There was a moment when I totally lost it and started speaking Russian to him. It made him go wild. It’s not always possible to get him in that state, but this time I succeeded. He told me that we had only just started, then he slapped my face, and I begged for more.
I was on the edge when he suddenly stopped, went down on his knees, and buried his face between my legs. I could feel his tongue, his lips, his mustache on my clit. It was insane. My legs are still shaking as I’m writing it. When he was about to cum, he told me to kneel in front of him on the carpet. He held my hair as I took his throbbing cock as deep as I could and sucked it till the last drop.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rs1lvd/fm_i_wanted_him_to_fuck_me_on_his_music_desk