She twisted in his grasp, the touch of his breath on her ear drawing another sound of need from the pale pink lips. His words nearly made her fall over, sinking into his hold, letting him take her whichever way he intended. Hard was good, was great and made her groan at the thought of truly having this man had they not been in a back room at work. Leah's legs were weak as he worked her body over, feeling him pulse and twitch with each hard, punishing thrust into her depths. Her body squelched lewdly as he massaged her insides with his cock.<br/><br/>Leah moved with him as much as she could, feeling her orgasm rise yet again under the manipulation of her clit and the assault of his dick within her. The hard wrench of his hand in her hair made her stifle a squeak of protest, eyes meeting and holding his.<strong>"Yes, yes... I am!"</strong>She cried softly, the glaze of pleasure disappearing with the sharp reminder of pain. There was little more she wanted than to feel him finish inside her, though often the touch of cum beating against her cervix was like nothing else and made her cum instantly.