A/N:Sorry about the boring POV, I won't be doing that again. For once I let someone's comment get to me and now I ruined two chapter I return. I am sorry guys.
He pulled back from her soaked panties just long enough to rise—slow, deliberate, towering over her where she sat half-naked on the edge of the desk like a sacrificial offering.
Her ruined blouse hung in pathetic tatters from her elbows, silk shredded and clinging like war-torn banners. The black lace bra was brutally shoved down beneath the heavy undersides of her tits, forcing them upward into obscene, jiggling prominence.
Those full, pale breasts rose and fell in frantic, heaving rhythm—sweat gleaming in the deep cleavage, trickling down the soft undercurve to pool in her navel.
Her nipples stood out dark and obscenely erect, swollen from his earlier cruel pinches and bites, the areolas puckered tight and shiny with his spit.
