Silvie purred when he was finally inside of her again, it turning to a moan before long, he was so deep in her it was nearly painful every time he pushed in again, rough and fast and exactly what she'd needed from him. The wood of her desk dug into her thighs and she pushed herself harder into her, wanting to give him push back whenever he thrust. Her feet pinched in her heels and she cried out, "Yes!" when he told her that she'd remember this every single day. Her breathing was coming in ragged, heaving bursts and she bit out, "Don't stop fucking me, Robert, never stop," she sighed, feeling herself slipping again - she was going to come again, or she was going to collapse, or pass out, or something insane, because she could feel a scream building in her chest, his name desperate to be ripped from her throat as the pleasure built to a near breaking point.