27

Titania

I sigh, drenched in perspiration, Kristoff's thrusts slowing now that he had climaxed. The door pulls open, just then, and Pete walks in briskly; Kristoff is still deep in me.

I shriek, horrified, trying to cover my nudity, but my panties are somewhat stuck around my ankles and Kristoff's cum is still dripping down the back of my thighs.

Pete stops in his tracks when he sees us, his eyes widening. He turns away, flushing a deep scarlet. “Uhm, my sincerest apologies, Sir.”

Kristoff grunts, pulling up his pants and zipper. I feel his hand curl around the back of my neck, firm. “Did I tell you to get up?”

“Huh?”

He pushes me back over the desk, pinning my wrists down just above my head, his hold neither painful nor loose. I writhe, trying to free myself but it's useless. I wait, anticipating his next course of action.

He grabs the hem of my dress, dragging it up, trying to expose me once again. I yell at him to let me go. To behave himself and stop embarrassing me.

He leans over