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In and out. In and out.

He moves the fingers in my pussy at the same time. At the same pace.

In and out. In and out.

Then I’m moving.

He’s lifting me off the seat.

His hands are still on me. In me. But I can feel the pressure in the center of my chest.

He’s moving me with his gravito.

The chair slides out of the way, and then Volik is behind me.

Against me.

And I’m bending forward, my chest gently connecting with the desk, my lower half hanging off. My feet don’t touch the floor because, like the chair, this desk was made for Volik’s size.

He slides his finger out of my mouth but keeps his other hand where it is, keeps working me over, as he pulls my pants down to my knees.

“Did you come like that?” The sound of another zipper opening reaches my ears. “Did you make yourself come while looking at photos of me?”

I nod, my cheek on the cool wood of the desk. “I did.”

He pulls his fingers from my core, moving up to draw slow circles around my clit, as something thick presses against my entrance. “You did what?”

He starts to push forward.

I arch my back, but he puts his hand between my shoulder blades and holds me down. “What did you do, little Mate?”

He pushes in a little farther, and I try to spread my legs more, but my pants are tangled around my legs, and my feet have no purchase.

Volik growls.

“I fingered myself.” I claw at the desktop. “I looked into your eyes as I made myself come.”

The purr that Volik lets out vibrates through every inch of my body.

Every. Inch.

Through the air. And through every spot our bodies touch.

And that’s it.

My orgasm crashes into me the same moment Volik shoves the rest of his Volik-sized dick inside me.

The vibrations don’t stop.

The fullness doesn’t stop.

The intensity. The free fall. None of it stops.

The hand on my back lifts and grips my hair.

Volik uses his hold to turn my head, pulling it back just a little.

And when I open my eyes.