He didn't hesitate. The moment he was in position, he lunged forward, burying his entire length inside me from behind with one violent, bone-shaking thrust. All the air rushed out of my lungs as he immediately began to pound me into the table.

His hips slammed against my buttocks with rhythmic, ruthless violence. I was terrified; the wet slapping sounds were so loud I was certain my mom could hear them from the kitchen. But the pleasure was completely paralyzing. The sweetness of his thick cock battering my deepest spots over and over again was overwhelming. He wasn't slowing down. If anything, the fear of being caught only made him...