“Yes sir,” Sara looked up at him, looking so innocent, but he could see the sinful lust that was behind her eyes. His hand that wasn’t twisting her arm, went in between her legs, and slapped the tender flesh of her upper thigh. Indian XXX Rostand, what are you doing?” Sara’s voice held a note of terror. Sara took the hint well, her lips slicked up and slid further down his shaft. She slowly shifted her legs, laying them side by side, then spreading them open slightly, revealing the fact that she had no panties on underneath her short jean skirt. He lifted one leg up, resting his thigh on the desk nonchalantly, as if everyday he had a seductive young beauty waiting to please him. The bra hung down by her bound wrists, unable to be taken off completely. She sharply gasped, surprised at the girth, even though she had sucked him off before, and other things. She tilted her head upward so she could see him, nodding her head vigorously. Did you just tell me NO?”
Sara whimpered, close to tears, nodding her head. He took his finger out of her mouth, grabbed his hard cock, stroking it a few times while twisting her around and laying her over the desk. She inched forward on her knees, the rough carpet scratching her soft
