Clavell's hands clench into fists in the desktop as you ride him, your tight ass milking his cock with every thrust. "Yes," he pants, his voice strained from holding back his orgasm. "You're a very good boy..."

As your movements grow more frantic, so does his desire to come. He watches helplessly as your slender frame is consumed by pleasure, the muscles in your abdomen tensing and relaxing rhythmically around him.

Finally, he can't take it anymore. With a hoarse cry, he releases himself deep inside you, his seed spilling forth with unimaginable force. Your body trembles as you come in time with him, your moans filling the room and mingling with his cries of release.

As the last waves of pleasure wash over them both, Clavell collapses back into his chair, panting heavily.