The heavy oak door of Samrath's office seals them in a private world, the polished mahogany desk and towering bookshelves a stark contrast to the raw lust unfolding within. Tara kneels beneath the desk, her lips stretched around Samrath's thick cock, her tongue swirling with desperate hunger. Her eyes, locked on his, burn with submission as she takes him deeper, her throat tightening around his length, saliva dripping down her chin.
"You love sucking my cock, don't you, my filthy little slut?" Samrath's voice is a low, dangerous growl, his hand fisted in Tara's hair, guiding her with unyielding control. His hips thrust forward, pushing himself deeper into her eager mouth. "Look at you, choking on it like a proper whore."
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