She lay back, flat upon the hard surface and let the tears fall wordlessly. She looked up to the ceiling, her vision blurring and clearing with each blink. The only light in the room was dim, hiding the room and hiding her anguish. His fingers pulled the ornately laced panties down and off of her.
“Oh god,” she moaned as he entered her. She bit her lip hard. The pain was there first, catching her breath. And then the waves of pleasures cascaded over her. He pushed again and she clutched the edge of the desk, not wanting to make a sound. She blew through her lips, waiting for the next push. But he was already in, forcing her body to accept his girth. Her body relaxed. She breathed. And he began.
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Those eyes are trouble, she thought. It was by chance that she happened to look up from her lunch when he was walking past. Maybe the movement, maybe the unusual colour blue of his tie, caught her attention. Whatever it was, she looked up and continued up his body to meet his gaze.