Eyes wide in fright as you mount and thrust into her, screaming out all the harder as your cock engorges her pussy. Sobbing and struggling under you, panting and trying to not think about the pull out! The desk kitten wiggles under the two of you, grunting from the weight and mewling her increasing displeasure. Lisa keeping up with her weak struggling before rolling her back and screaming hard, feeling the barbs rake her pussy once more as you pull out.<br/><br/>You do indeed manage five thrusts into her, which under normal circumstances would have had killed her for sure. Which is not to say that she is undamaged, twitching on the desk and drooling from the torment. Breasts bouncing weakly on her panting chest, the necklace hanging between the large mounds. After the 5th thrusts she stopped screaming, having a brain fart from the pain you are causing her.