Elena’s POV

Sweat poured down my body in slick rivers, tracing filthy paths between my heaving tits and pooling in the dip of my lower back as Richard had me bent over the desk like a cheap hotel whore.

My palms slapped against the polished wood for balance, ass arched high and shameless, my cheeks spread wide while he worked that monstrous, vein ridged cock into my tight, virgin asshole inch by torturous inch.

The stretch was obscene, burning, raw, deliciously wrong, every thick centimetre forcing my ring to yield with a wet, sucking pop that made my toes curl hard into the carpet and my spine bow.

We were...