But then he stops, pulling out of me without letting me reach my edge - my orgasm.

“What are you doing?” I tug him back to me.

“The fun is over. Dress up,” he coldly says. His hand pushes mine away. “Let’s get down to your reason for being here.” He fixes his cock back in his pants.

Just like that! Boring!

I jump out of his desk. My eyes stare at my dress on the floor. “This is messy. How do you want me to wear it?” This beast tore my dress beyond recognition. Now he wants me to fix my body inside the messy dress.

Unbelievable!

With my...