The back of my head hits his desk, and I moan around his thick cock working its sadistic phone sex magic. Strong fingers wrap around my neck to silence me, to remind me of my place while he pulls me deeper onto his shaft, my lips firmly closing to try and beg him to treat me with care. He doesn’t, he doesn’t care about me at all. I don’t complain, instead I slurp more quietly as he fucks my throat. He isn’t paying attention to me at all, he’s watching a client he’s discussing some business deal with while I’m throat fucked secretly. I’m a dirty secret, a desire-quenching play thing he’s got his hand wrapped around and his dick diving in deep.
He leans over to shake the man’s hand, driving deeper into my throat while they gush about some details that’d fly over my head even if I wasn’t being slowly cut off from air to my brain. I can feel him throbbing, twitching, getting ready to blast deep inside and fill my stomach with his greedy needs. He doesn’t stop talking, doesn’t miss a beat, doesn’t even hitch his breath. He’s a perfectionist, and I’m a slut drinking him down.