Before you can even move pounds of warm fat and muscle are pressing you down to the desk with incredible pressure. Your erection is pressed right up agaisnt your stomach and as the weight on top of you increases you shoot a large load into your trousers.
Mr. Duthie grins as he feels the warmth of a crushed body on his toned backside, a pity that he didn't get a new slave but the feeling of the bug's skull collapsing under his superior force was worth it.
Reaching into the desk drawer for Kleenex he strokes himself at a firm and furious pace until he sprays a thick salty burst of cum onto his stomach and thighs, cleaning himself up he wipes the red smear off his ass and the desk and throws the used Kleenex away.
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