[Warden's Office]
Click.
The door shut behind them. Locked.
Arthur barely turned when Camilla was already on him.
Her fingers gripped his collar and yanked him forward, her lips crashing into his with sheer hunger. She kissed like she needed it—like she hadn't touched another soul in his absence and she was starving.
Their teeth clashed, breath ragged, lips wet. It wasn't graceful. It was raw.
She pulled away just long enough to speak.
"You don't know what you've done to ," she panted, eyes wild. "Every night I sat in this office thinking about you—how you'd bend over, how you'd use …"
Arthur didn't respond. He just stared—hungry eyes taking in the flushed face, the slight tremble in her legs, and the quiver in her voice.
Then he grabbed her wrist and spun her around, slamming her back against the door.
His mouth found her neck, biting down—not gently. Camilla gasped, grabbing at his shoulders.
"Fuck—yes! Don't be gentle. I don't want gentle."
Arthur's hand moved down, grabbing a handful of her ass. "Good. Because I didn't co here for soft kisses and cuddles."
Camilla reached up, undid the buttons on her blouse so fast one popped loose and clattered to the floor.
"No more talking," she said, shoving the blouse off and exposing a black lace bra—thin, see-through, and clearly worn for him.
Arthur didn't hesitate. He pushed her to the desk, bent her over, and grabbed both sides of her bra, yanking them down until her breasts spilled free. They were flushed, nipples hard and aching.
He didn't even remove her bra—just moved it aside and latched onto one nipple with his mouth, sucking it hard while groping the other.
Camilla moaned—loudly, shalessly—grinding her hips against him.
"Shit—yes, just like that. I've missed this," she moaned, clawing at the edge of the desk for support. "I touched myself here so many tis thinking about your mouth. Your hands. Your cock inside …"
Arthur pulled back, lips glistening.
"And now you've got the real thing," he said, grabbing her by the chin and forcing her to look him in the eye. "So beg for it."
Camilla bit her lip hard—then dropped to her knees.
She unzipped his pants and freed his cock, hard and throbbing. Her eyes lit up like a thirsty woman who just found water in a desert.
She growled, pulling his cock out and stroking it hard. "Finally!"
She sank to her knees without another word, tongue already dragging along the underside of his shaft. She looked up at him with wild hunger in her eyes as she spat on it, using both hands to jerk him while licking around the tip.
"Gods, I missed the taste," she whispered before taking him deep.
Her lips slid down his cock inch by inch until her nose was pressed against his skin, gagging around it. She moaned loudly—shalessly—as drool poured from her mouth, making a wet ss of her chin and chest.
Arthur grabbed her hair, fucking her throat without holding back.
"Choke on it. That's what you wanted, isn't it?"
Camilla gagged and gasped, but never pulled away. She wanted it like that—used, ruined.
Camilla looked up at him while sucking, eyes watering from how deep he reached. She didn't slow. Spit dripped from her lips, coating the base of his shaft. Her throat made loud, desperate gulps every ti he pushed in deeper.
She pulled off only once to gasp for air.
"I dread about choking on your cock," she said breathlessly. "Used my fingers, my wand, anything I could just to make it through the week."
Arthur grabbed her by the hair, pulled her up, and shoved her over the desk again.
"Then let's make all those dreams co true."
He yanked her skirt up and stopped.
No panties.
He slid two fingers between her legs. Dripping.
"Fucking hell…" he muttered. "This pussy's dripping."
Camilla looked over her shoulder, eyes wild. "It's yours. Fuck it. Break ."
Arthur shoved two fingers in deep—her pussy made a filthy wet squelch.
"You're soaked like a damn whore."
"I am your whore," she moaned. "So fucking ruin already."
He lined up and slamd his cock inside in one brutal thrust.
Camilla let out a scream, head snapping back.
"Yes! Fuck ! Just like that! Stretch my greedy cunt!"
Arthur grabbed her hips and started pounding—hard, fast, rciless. Her ass clapped against him with every thrust, the desk shaking, papers flying off the edge.
The sound of slapping flesh, wet friction, and Camilla's moans filled the room.
"Gods, I fucking love this cock!" she scread. "Split open! I don't care if the whole dorm hears—let them!"
Arthur leaned forward, his hand around her throat as he slamd into her harder.
"You filthy slut. You've been dripping for this cock since the day I left, haven't you?"
"Yes! Yes, I fucking have!" she cried. "I ca in this office—on this desk—just from thinking about you using like this."
He pulled out suddenly, flipped her over onto her back, and shoved back in while holding her legs wide open. Her tits bounced wildly with each thrust.
"Look at you," he growled. "Face a ss. Hair everywhere. Pussy swallowing my cock like you're starving."
Camilla scratched at his back, eyes rolling up.
"I am starving! Feed that cum—give it to !"
Her pussy tightened hard—she was cumming again.
She scread, legs wrapping around his waist, clinging like she didn't want to let him go.
"I'm cumming! Fuck, I'm—ahhh—fuuuck!"
Arthur grunted, slamming into her as deep as he could, hips jerking as he exploded inside her. Thick, hot cum flooded her womb, his cock pulsing inside her with every spurt.
"Take it all," he growled. "Fucking take it."
Camilla clawed at the desk, a euphoric, ruined grin on her face as she felt the heat filling her.
When he pulled out, cum poured from her swollen pussy, dripping down her ass and soaking the edge of the desk.
She lay there—legs spread, body twitching, completely fucked out.
Camilla slumped over the desk, hair a ss, skin flushed, panting like she'd just run a marathon.
"Fuck…" she whispered. "That… that was worth the wait."
Arthur adjusted his pants, still watching her twitching, fucked-out form.
He leaned down, close to her ear again.
"I'll be back next ti I'm bored."
Camilla gave a lazy, satisfied laugh. "You better. Or I'll start causing trouble just to get you summoned."
He smirked, straightened his collar, and walked out—leaving her dripping and sprawled across her own desk, completely ruined.
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