"Ahhhhh! Yessssss!" Joselyn groaned as the huge, curving ramrod was wrenched from the back of her womb. For a miraculous instant, the horrible pressure was gone, and then he was lunging into her sending the full length of his cock spearing into her open cunt… and the world dissolved in agony.

"Yes… oooh, yes," he gurgled, flipping his hips in an even, rhythmic cadence. He was fucking into her teasingly, working his big cock in and out slowly, watching down between their bellies, watching the friction-reddened, glistening shaft, push in and out, in and out of her ovalled pussy, breathing in the scent of her plundered loins.

The poor girl tried to fight the sensations that were enveloping her, the maddeningly slow pistoning of his cock, the rasping pressure against her clitoris, the awful suction on her insides as the huge shaft slogged backwards. It was too much. He was fucking her against her will and he was making her love it. No amount of lip or tongue biting, no amount of self-loathing could alter the fact that she was getting hot. Without thinking, almost as a reflex action, she lifted her feet from the edge of the desk, raising her knees, and slipped her legs about the small of his back.

He laughed at her, then. He laughed right in her face.

She moaned, and kicked him, pounding her heels into his firm ass, starting to squirm under him, unable to stop, wanting him to pick up the tempo, to fuck her faster.

Velasquez ignored her and maintained his infuriatingly slow pace. His cock was going in and out much easier now, as the slick rush of her juices had lubricated things. He was plowing himself in to the root, her warm fluids smearing over his testicles, which, in turn, rubbed into her asscrack.

"Oh! Oh!" she cried, trying to flip her hips, to drive his cock in and out, herself. She succeeded, but only for, a moment.

Velasquez growled at her dropping, his full weight down onto her stomach, pinning her flat to the desk top.