He hit that race rhythm—quick and crisp. Balls slapped her ass steady. Slap-slap-slap. Tits jiggled loose and wild. Blouse tore open full.
[+Devotion Point +2]
She grabbed the desk edges tight. Knuckles went white. "Ahh... that's more like it. But I've broken tougher nuts than you." she swung the cane loose from her side.
Swish.
" If you Give up now I'll use this to give your boys a gentle wake-up tap?"
Jax snatched it mid-swing. Twirled it quick like a baton. 'Her toy? Now mine.' Pinned her wrists up high—cane as a bar across them, holding loose but firm.
She tugged testy. Laughed breathy. "Pss. Cheeky little pup. Alright then, show me what you got. Or are you just hot air and no huff?"
He showed her. Thrusts turned brutal. Desk scooted inch by inch.
Creak-creak.
Papers whipped up in a mess. One guy in the corner: "Oh man, incoming break time." Another: "Grab the snacks—this show's heating up." [+Devotion Point +3]
