The heels of my feet press and arch into the floor, trying to hold balance, my toes curl under the pressure. I am bent over his drawing table, which hits me higher above my hip, my naked body lays on his latest workings, and the instruments of his trade ping and rattle with each thrust.
I brought him breakfast, he wanted me naked and feeding him, his lap the only seat that would suffice, his fingers fed off my body as his mouth ate from my fingers. First one finger, then two, then soaked he fed me. His fuel lit my match and now our fire is consuming me.
A few thrusts in my pussy to wet his hard bare cock, and now my ass is being stretched open entirely. My hands hold and separate my cheeks, he demands his eyes see the full view, my panties suffocate my mouth, and I am cumming at will, not command. A few stings on my cheek when the fever between us overpowers him, as he grips my throat staring me in my eyes, a slew of dirty words as I soak him, but this is where I am meant to be, he reminds me.
Undoubtedly…
softly-transcending 