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chuckle that was so soft as to be nearly silent.
    She heard, rather than saw, the steps behind her. She didn’t turn around. She kept her face toward the message on the paper.
    The touch on her backside was warm, and he didn’t hesitate. Both hands cupped her buttocks and massaged them with strong motions.
    Molly opened her mouth and would have gasped, but she remembered what had been said, and she closed her jaws with a snap.
    The fingers gripped her butt, and she glanced behind her, shocked to see no one there. A hand left her backside and held her head, turning her forward.
    She could feel him, could feel the heat of his thighs against the back of her skirt. He wasn’t there. He really wasn’t there. She closed her eyes as he ran his hands over her ass for a few more minutes before he flipped her skirt up and hooked the waistband of her panties, pulling the small barrier down her thighs.
    The feeling of lips on her ass made her jump, and she tried to turn to face him, but he used his hand on her once again. He held her head forward until she stopped resisting and resumed his delicate attentions to the globes of her butt.
    Whoever—whatever—was kissing her, he really liked her ass. It sent a shudder through her when she guessed at what would come next.
    Kinky games were her favourite part of the dating app. She could have a guy for a night and then move on to the next with no worries about judgment or repeat performances. While she wasn’t a fan of how it started, she was enjoying the kink that Darryl had brought her to.
    She would worry about how they managed the effects later. For now, she was getting hot.
    She kept her eyes closed as fingers slid up and down the seam of her ass. When the rough fingertips circled her slit, she jumped a little. He held her down with a hand to her spine and slid one digit into her.
    Molly’s face was hot. She knew how wet she was. Hide and seek and blindfolds were her favourite games. This was a neat twist on her old favourites.
    He moved his hand and thrust another finger into her. She bit her lip and arched her back. The third finger was a tight fit, but she was wet enough that it still went in.
    She flexed her hands on the wood and tried to dig her nails into the polished surface.
    The hand thrust in and out, a few inches of motion that had her shaking with the need to cum.
    Molly tightened around his fingers and focused on sending herself over the edge.
    He pulled his fingers away and fit the head of his cock against her.
    The hot, hard shaft fit into her, and the girth stretched her just enough to be on the uncomfortable side. With a few thrusts, the friction had her back on the edge, and she drew her nails down the wood as she opened her mouth in a silent scream.
    She could still feel her pussy clenching around him when his fingers pressed against the entrance to her ass. Unless she missed it, he hadn’t cum, and he did have that fascination for her butt. He wasn’t done yet.
    Instead of being an idiot and trying to use her own moisture as lube, he rubbed something thick and slick into her asshole. His fingers began to loosen her next, and when she had taken two of his digits he pulled them out before he pressed his cock into her, holding her hips and sliding into her, inch by inch.
    She pushed back against him, wincing at the ache and burn that he was inflicting, but loving the dark pleasure that was rippling through her.
    The moment she could feel his balls against her thighs and the prickle of hair against her skin, he started moving with slow and easy motions that built in ferocity over long minutes until he was hammering at her and she was bracing herself on the desk for support.
    He reached beneath her and gripped her breasts, squeezing and kneading at her until she bucked back against him again as a shivering orgasm ran through her.
    He jerked his hips into her, and she guessed at the cum shooting inside her. When he pulled out, a dribble trailed down the back of her