Little bitch

There were two breaks at the factory. When she came to me, she would throw open the flaps of her robe, revealing two magnificent, rounded curves. At first, the idea of fucking her constantly crossed my mind, but since Lelya acted like a dumb blonde, my interest in her, so to speak, stopped stirring in my pants.

One evening, as my shift was nearing its end, I was sitting at the computer in the dark office—killing time by browsing pictures of female charms. And then, out of the blue,

Lelya bursts in, and, as always—tits on display, hands on hips. Thoroughly aroused, I decided not to resist my libido. Before she could even meow her greeting, I rolled my chair right up to her (her chest ended up right in front of my eyes), grabbed the neckline of her tank top with both hands, and with an animalistic roar, tore it apart in opposite directions. Lelya didn't even have time to squeak before I greedily buried my mouth in her plump breast, kneading it like a madman. Not giving her a chance to recover, my right hand went under her skirt and began squeezing her full ass.

Lelya didn't come to her senses immediately from such an onslaught. But as soon as she understood what was happening, she slapped me hard across the face and tried to break free. I should note that my office has one glass wall, papered over halfway up. If anyone wanted, they could have seen the whole scene in detail. But, I remind you, it was break time and everyone had left.

So, receiving slaps left and right, I gnawed at Lelya's tits, licking her hardening nipples. The hand under her skirt had long since slipped into her panties and was greedily rubbing her lips to the temperature of a blast furnace. After three minutes, the resistance was broken—the lips of Lelya's little pussy moistened with juices, and my fingers began sinking into her vagina on their own.

Lelya hissed: "B-b-b-bastard…" — and pressed my head harder against her breast, spreading her legs a little wider.

I didn't waste time—I shoved three fingers into her vagina at once and started pounding, listening to the squelching of her lubrication under my hand. Lelya moaned. She began riding my palm with her whole pussy, and soon almost my entire hand was going in and out of her stretched-out hole. She was thrusting harder and harder, as if she wanted to take my whole hand inside. Lubrication dripped down my arm and onto the floor.

"Fuck me," she rasped, "fuck me like the last slut!!!"

I was unstoppable by then. I pushed her away from me so that she lay with her tits right on the table, presenting her appetizing ass up high. After my fist had been in her pussy, there was nothing for my cock to do there. Not wasting time, I pulled down her panties and hitched up her already short skirt onto her back. My cock was aching from incredible tension and the desire to plunge somewhere. Gathering the last remnants of willpower, I shoved my whole palm into her pussy one more time, while pulling out my fighter with the other hand. Lelya sensed the moment was right, arched her back, and presented her ass. With her hands, she spread her magnificent buttocks apart, revealing the enticing hole of her anus to my gaze. Pulling my hand out of her pussy, I rubbed my fighter with her lubrication until it shone. I took the next portion of lubrication by running my palm over her pussy and simply transferred it to the chocolate entrance. Lelya's knees were already trembling with impatience, and I could feel it.

My cock, overcoming very little resistance thanks to the abundance of lubrication, entered Lelya's ass. My left hand remained in her pussy. The sensation of double penetration, which was conveyed not only visually but also felt through the thin wall, made me fuck her with my hand simultaneously. The sensations were simply unforgettable.

Lelya began to gasp from the intense fucking. And I kept increasing the pace, and having already pulled my hand out of her vagina, I grabbed her hips with both hands, pounding her anus like a jackhammer. My balls slapped against her wet pussy, my cock squelched in her anus like a hungry animal, and Lelya growled like a wounded tigress. I shouted inhuman curses, trying to drill through this plump body.

After another thrust, I slapped my balls so hard that they ached with pain, piercing me to the core. It was extremely painful and incredibly pleasurable at the same time. I started to cum. Lelya growled in ecstasy. All these cries were drowned out by the merciful bell, calling colleagues back from break to their workstations.

Still twitching, I collapsed onto the girl's sweat-drenched back. For another five minutes, we breathed like steam engines, unable to find the strength to get up from the table.

Finally, Lelya stirred beneath me.

"I have to go," she said.

"Yeah," I rasped.

She threw the torn tank top on the floor next to the panties.

"For memory," she smiled, fastened her robe, and walked to the door.

Exhausted, I rolled from the table into the chair.

Standing in the doorway, she turned around.

"So, should I come again?" she smiled.

I smiled back—there was no point in objecting.