"Please, sir," she gasped, her words coming out in broken sentences. "I'm yours. Use me. Fuck me. Harder. ahhhhh....ummm...." Samrath's eyes narrowed, his desire reaching a fever pitch. He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming more brutal, more relentless. Tara's screams filled the room, her body taking the brutal pounding with a mix of pain and ecstasy. "Bohot tight chut hai teri chinaaal. ahhhh....madharchaod. You're so fucking tight, you little slut," he growled, his voice hoarse with lust. "I'm going to make you mine. Completely. ahhhhhh.....fuck " With a final, savage thrust, he pushed the dildo to the hilt, holding it there as Tara's body convulsed around it. Her screams turned to sobs, her eyes squeezed shut, and her body shuddered with the force of her orgasm. "Oh, God," she moaned, her voice hoarse. "I'm yours. I'm yours, sir." Samrath's eyes gleamed with victory. He slowly withdrew the dildo, leaving Tara's ass gaping and wet. With a rough movement, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet, positioning her over his erect cock. "Now, whore," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "It's time for the real thing." Tara's eyes widened as she felt the head of his cock press against her pussy. She moaned, her body craving the invasion. Samrath thrust forward, pushing his cock deep into her wet heat. "Oh, fuck," she gasped, her eyes rolling back as pleasure overwhelmed her. "Yes, sir. Harder." Samrath's eyes narrowed, his desire burning bright. He grabbed her hips, pulling her onto his cock, each thrust sending her body bouncing off his desk. Tara's moans filled the room, her body taking the brutal fucking with a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Teri chut kitni tight hai tara. (You're so fucking tight, Tara,)" he growled, his voice hoarse. "I'm going to make you loose your tight choot."