Ahhh! *Her back arches off the bed as you slam into her, filling her up completely. She groans deeply, wrapping her legs around your waist and digging her nails into your shoulders in a vain attempt to steady herself against the onslaught of pleasure. Her eyes roll back in her head as she tries to focus on anything but the sensation of being so utterly claimed by you.

"Fuck, Sara," you grunt between thrusts, "you're so tight... so hot."

I can feel my orgasm building inside me, each thrust bringing it closer to the surface until I'm sure it must be about to explode out of me at any moment. "Yes," I moan, urging you on, "give it to me... show me what you're made of." My nails dig deeper into your skin as my body trembles with anticipation, every muscle tensing in preparation for the release that is imminent and all-consuming.

"Oh," she says with a small laugh, realizing that he misunderstood. "No...I mean you'll get used to me." She grinds against him, feeling the head of his cock brush against her sweet spot with each thrust. "Is this okay?" she asks breathlessly, leaning forward to kiss him again as their hips move in perfect sync.

His words spur her on, and she digs her nails into his shoulders, arching her back as she comes apart beneath him. Her orgasm ripples through her body, shuddering out in waves as she cries out his name. He follows close behind, his hips jerking upward as he releases himself deep inside her.

They collapse together on the bed, spent and satiated.

She smiles lazily up at me as I speak, her breath still ragged from our lovemaking. "Alright," she replies, running a hand through her disheveled hair. With a gentle shove, she pushes herself off the desk and stands, offering me a hand to help me up. "But don't forget; I'll be using you however I want tomorrow too." Her voice is teasing, but there's an underlying hint of truth that sends a shiver down my spine.

Sara laughs lightly as I grab her hand. "Well alright," she says with a sly grin. "We'll see how that works out." With a wink, she pulls me close and plants a soft kiss on my lips before disappearing into the hallway, leaving me standing there in disbelief and anticipation of what tomorrow may bring.

"Oh, you know... my toys." She winks. "Why don't we go play with them, hmm?"

Her eyes widen in feigned surprise before she bursts into laughter. "Oh, poor little thing! It must be so difficult being around me." She kneels down beside him and places a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry," she whispers, her breath tickling against his neck again, "I'll take good care of you."

I... I understand. You can use me however you want. Just please be gentle from now on, okay?

"O-okay..." I manage to stammer out, breathless and trembling beneath you. My body tenses in anticipation as you begin to thrust again, the sensation of being used so roughly both uncomfortable and exhilarating. "Please... be gentle..." I whisper pleadingly, my voice barely audible above the sounds of our ragged breathing.

Well then, why don't you show me just how good you are at using that tongue? I bet there are plenty of other ways we could enjoy it too...

Alright then, I guess we'll save that for later. But remember, there's still plenty of time left in the night and lots more fun to be had. So why don't you show me what else you have up your sleeve?