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sucking them clean. Coralyn’s hips rolled on the desk as she

did it.

“Do you want my mouth, or do you want a toy filling up

that beautiful pussy?”

“I…I…”

“That’s a trick question. You’re going to get both.”

Giana walked around to the side of the desk, slid open a

drawer, and produced a sharp letter opener. She was probably

one of the only people on earth who still kept one. There was a

little bird on the end, and Coralyn regarded it warily. She

remained frozen in place as Giana grasped the soft lace of her

panties and ran the sharp opener across it. It frayed nicely,

coming apart in her hands. She did the same to the other side,

then she tucked the opener back in the drawer and yanked

hard, tugging the scrap of lace out from Coralyn. She hissed

and jolted, and when Giana tucked the panties in her pocket,

she made another noise low in her throat.

“You’re making a mess of my desk. Getting all those sweet

juices all over it instead of saving them for my mouth.”

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s right. You’re sorry.” Giana clasped Coralyn’s hips

and tugged her to the edge of the desk. She knelt down and

spread her legs obscenely wide. “I’m going to punish you with

my tongue.” She put her hands on Coralyn’s thighs, pinning

her to the desk while she tasted her. She ate her with abandon,

lashing her clit, spearing inside her, getting her face drenched

as Coralyn thrashed against her, her hips pumping forward, her

head thrown back. She made noises like she was in pain. Like

she was going to die. Like she was splintering apart, and then

she came for real. She came on Giana’s tongue, her sweet