Dodger Has A Price

David's grip relinquished from Brooke's now bright red thighs, leveraging his hands around her waist. He almost lifted the barely conscious woman up as his abdomen crashed forward, completely sheathing himself. Every measure of force was slightly cushioned by her pear-like measurements, though its shade resembled raw meat with each abrasive level of impact.

"...hnn..h..." Was all Dodger could muster, at this point barely realizing how to properly function. Her brain wasn't signaling communicative or reactionary skills, rather, she was just exhaling sound – it was as though she was receiving tufts of air all the while momentarily deflating.

"How...Sam could...stay away from...your ass is just...beyond me." David's narration was barely reaching his ears faster than the constant plopping sounds Dodger's ass carried with each thrust. The resonance of pain swelled, not only with her posterior, but with her mistreated throat from earlier. "Since Sam...is...getting back soon...I know he'll...be just itching to...get a taste, but you're...definitely gonna be sore..." He then briefly paused, catching a glimpse of a glinting object out of the corner of his eye. "Oh, and by the way..." He reached forward, snatching her arm in the air. "Get this fucking thing off...for today." He yanked her wedding band off quickly and launched it across the room, a small collision pattered in the background.

"H...uh...n..." Brooke wailed, with a raspy extension of her frustration.

"Oh don't be mad, we'll find it. Well...you'll find it. You'll have to – I don't really give a shit." He dawned a smirk once more as he slapped her already worn-out back end. David slipped out of her much easier now, extending every angle of her innards. He didn't cease, though, continuing bulldozing forward with even more intensity than before. His forehead was painted with sweat, with each eyebrow positively soaked. Just as his forearms started to give out, he completely dropped Brooke flat on her stomach and re-established his grip on her perspiration soaked thighs.

His penis began to throb the closer to he grew to climaxing, giving David spikes of energy. His once-pale target appeared as though she fell asleep halfway uncovered on the beach during the summer-months. Amidst each thrust he would loosen Dodger's thigh with one hand and continue spanking her, his eyes widening with every resounding clasp. He was moments away from finishing – but suddenly, he stopped. "Not...here." His breath was fuming with exhaustion, but he still managed to pull out, flip the effectively drenched coffee-enthusiast on her back once more, and stand.

A few steps were taken until he towered above her head, with each eye closed; mascara smattered throughout every corner. David knelt down with his cock in hand, stroking at a reasonable pace. "This was easier than I thought." He chuckled, then unloading copious layers of semen all across her face as though she was a pastry being glazed. A few drops entered her huffing and wheezing mouth, which were then spat out with very little energy.

Her eyes remained closed, each hand unable to muster the strength to wipe even a drop away. The rough sensation of her office floor ruffled against her sore bottom. Heaving and wincing, Dodger lay motionless beyond gasping for air.

"Annnnd we're done!" David remarked, just after tapping his phone. On its screen a gallery of thumbnails with various girls' faces sat side by side, acting as previews for video files – Dodger's face was the newest. "For now, anyway. Why the fuck you thought I only wanted a day is beyond me – they're always so gullible." He bolstered, zipping his pants up while he strode toward the door. "Oh..." He reared his head back 'round in her direction. "Good luck finding your ring, by the way." His cackling followed him outside the office, echoing down the hallway as Brooke simply lay still, too tired to cry.