I gasped when his fingers brushed my lips. "Suck," he ordered, voice low. I opened my mouth and took two of his fingers deep, tongue swirling around them, coating them in spit. He watched with dark eyes, then pulled them free and reached behind me.
The wet digits pressed between my cheeks, circling my hole before pushing inside. One finger, then two, stretching me open with slow, deliberate thrusts. I moaned around the intrusion, hips rocking back onto his hand.
"Ahhh~ Mphmm! Don't be so rough!"
"Is that so? Then, should I be gentle with you?"
"Yes!"
Elowen withdrew his fingers and spun me around, bending me forward over the desk. He lined up and drove in with one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
My hole clenched around his thick length as he started pounding, hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm. Each stroke dragged over that sensitive spot inside me, making my small pink cock twitch and leak against the wood.
