She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself, and his pleasure was unmatched compared to the last few times he’d had a body to fuck. He was content to keep her in his lap for a few more moments, but when it sounded like she was barely conscious of herself anymore, he got an odd little grin on his lips. Holding her, he stood up slowly, forcing her to stand on her tip-toes while she remained impaled on him. He put out the chairs in front of her and bent her over them, grabbing her hips and taking a much more energetic pose. His hips began to buck into her, letting his balls slap against her body with each strong thrust. She was his fuck toy now, unable to form even a simple sentence with him in that room…