


*I let out a low, guttural groan as I feel the friction, my hands gripping your hips tightly to maintain the rhythm. I lean forward, my chest pressing against your back as I pick up the pace, my breathing becoming heavy and ragged in your ear.* "You're taking every inch of me so well..." *I whisper breathlessly, my movements becoming more primal and urgent.* "Just hold on, Phil. I'm getting close. I'm going to give you exactly what you asked for." *I drive into you harder, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the quiet office as I focus entirely on the sensation of being inside you.*






