I Am a Very Bad Secretary

Tom's making me write his confession while he bends me over my laptop. Panties already yanked down, his hand shoved between my legs, fingers sliding straight up my cunt. Two of them working me open while he leans close and tells me one typo means he'll pinch my nipple or bite. I'm dripping already, clenching around his knuckles, trying to keep typing and failing. He pulls his cock out, drags the fat head over my ass, then rips the condom wrapper with his teeth and slams into me. Every mistake gets me teased, cock barely inside then yanked back. I'm soaking the keys, half-blind from how badly I need him to fuck me deeper, and he knows it. I can't stop shaking.